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Divine
He don't he don't Lie
Divine
He don't he don't Lie
If I knocked on your door would you let me in?
Devil outside got mistook for him
I might

her best to raise me
Couldn't seem to get right
Grandma's hoping prayers will save me
Dad ain't care if I existed
Grew disgusted with my image
Living

have all me
The devil was once an angel that thought alone really bothers me
Promise me that you'll stick right by my side until the bitter end
I would

inhaler
Ya head on a spike like I’m Vlad the Impaler
And bitch I’m the Devil, ain’t scared of ya prayer
I’m dragging ya body inside of my lair
You got

cousin checked in cuz I've be spazzing
"Are you ok?"; I blamed the message
These melodies from heaven got me feeling heavenly
You telling me that Yah ain't

and they open
Rolling pack I'm smoking
Weed it got me floating
I be high
But I ain't joking
Have you seen that nigga talking like he's really up
Nigga stop

feelings cause I just lost a sibling( Money Dart)
Got me on my third lap death tried to visit, had to swerve that
Lord, I'm on my mission, I deserve that

to paradise
I be in my own world sometimes 
Cuz i don't really know that many folks that want to live

Got my rib by my side
Got my sword on my libs
Taking

Yo, kneel down in prayer, nah
But I pretend to be
My ministry of L, class of hot Hennessey
Genius in the hood
We mastered coke chemistry
President

"Long time I ain’t said a prayer, wrote something for God but I didn’t hit send though

London baby straight from the belly of the beast so it’s

Good mornIng LIfe
You got me wakIng up before 5:39
To run across a brIdge and draw my lIne
Blue RIver gIvIng shIvers whIle I'm strollIng by
Over my

They say i look like Russ
And sound like Drake
Tell the trolls calm down 
Stop the hate
We ain't the same i am my own
Check the record i write all my

or to cause any hurt
But why did you feel the need to stalk me walking by myself into church
You waited until we all said a prayer, then you had gotten up from

tight
Expensive fabric be my clothing
I told her she's not my type
I wont walk past with the devil
In the end
God own my life
Light a candle say a prayer

Money Ain't Enough

Ray Luv

A Prince in Exile

Lately I been feelin like Joe, all alone
X-ed out and I can't go home - ain't no home
Almost everyone I love dead and gone
So I puff till my head is

(solid, solid, solid) 
Coastin at the time got me broke 
Gotta build me up 
With them dollas (yeah, yeah, yeah) 
Figurin it out, on my own 
Feel like I'm

on the book of my success story
Been this way since the womb By the gate barely got escorted
With u mama who carried me for 9 months
And brought me to a world

At the end of the day I’m still blessed
At the end of the day I’m still blessed
Them devils tried to crop me out the bigger picture yet I keep my pose
These

from my whip
Got me chilling like a villain
Hundred killers on the strip

Open up Loc! Your big homie let it bounce 
By the pound Loc, or let it go

lay my hat
Wherever the day be at, I always got darker clouds
Even when its sunlight, my son might be graduating
Ain't seen 'em since '86 since Rick

Back in the 10th grade
I got way suspicious of your methods, how you get paid
Codeine mold my brain like some motherfucking wet clay
Flock of sheep

Speero, you don't be round
I've been fighting for my life, The devil wants Some rounds
He control the game like a pitcher up on the Mound

And no kidding,

heavy by itself plus I'm holden burdens
But The show aint always over when they close curtain
In Seattle with the Mariners and Seahawks
But years back I

on the left and God on my right I Was blind by now I got sight

I know life gets hard sometimes but
Fight and I will stand up with you
I know life gets hard