Lyrics:
by, it's gonna be a good day
Made it all the way inside, got the answers in my hand, said I'll be back on a Tuesday.
Gone is the son of the world who
afflictions have been eclipsed by glory
It wasn't the adversary
Your afflictions have been eclipsed by glory
Even the bad is working for your good
Even what you
Cause she pissed me off, with all that hate
Now she in the closet, duct taped
What's crackulating, what's obvilating
I'ma do boys, like Walter Payton
sister's gone
Or your brother's gone.
You gotta pray,
You gotta trust,
You gotta believe.
When your daughter's gone,
Or your son is gone.
You gotta
hated by many and wanted by all
And none ya'll gon get me
The gang gon pull up and they'll steal yo bitch fosho
Fosho
You know how it is
Coming full blitz
that's that Jesus 2 slots
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that hair full of raze braided by his girl Lucy
With the semi on, make
Oh as I roved out one bright summer's morn
Down by Blackwaterside
I'd be gazing on the flowers that did bloom all around
When a pretty Irish girl
of riding Honda's, I'm tryna sit in a Wraith
I'mma keep on stacking dollars, until I fill up me a safe
I do this shit for my daughter, and my son gotta make
soul, make me kneel
Leave me alone!
I see the lust in my oldest daughters eyes
Her body all mature now, her mouth full of lies
I see my sons fight, my
that stable
Then by God you were forwarned
That you would witness a great miracle
Cause the Son of God was born
Can't you hear the Angels singing
Their
We've lived down all the stories
I sang all the old songs
It takes one to know me
I guess, you're the one
Your daughters a ladies, she's a fortune
Thank you God for your Holy Spirit
That you left to lead, guide, and direct us to all truth God
God we just come thanking you
Praise God
Glory Hallelujah
Word up, your hood
You know what I'm sayin'? (Iraq)
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
Word up, we gotta rep together, son
Word up, for life,
Calling all mothers and fathers
Come get your sons and daughters
Right now they're on corners
Finding ways to cure their boredom
I'm Sitting
Why you tripping bout cash it’s just dollars
All this drip on my neck that’s some water
Got this bitch on my dick that’s your daughter
I’m finna get
ambushed on the left and on the right
And their youthful bodies riddled by the bullets of the night
Where all the rules are broken and the only law is
drip
That'll walk on water
look at these styles I fathered
Rappers looking like
my sons and daughters
Thats that ‘05 Soho
Young niggas all grown
from head to toe
Forced to call on the God I know
You're forever and still the same
Mountains still move at the sound of your name
So all praises, all
its presence
Your sons and daughters on their knees
The black goat upon its hind legs
Standing tall
Then you shall know it in your heart;
That burning
your dime store nihilism
Big daddy's on a glory run
Gettin' down on the cellular level
Just in case I got to call someone
Darkling down
We wait
For your son
To return from heaven
To set up
With your grace
Your eternal kingdom
Deliver us from this sin
That is all around us
So we
crips
To all of my Games
And all of my Nips
Stay on the grind
We finna be rich
That's on my daughter
So know its legit
Prayers to my God
I know he
you do
You embrace my life and made it brand new
Now I just wanna prevail in your truth
cnd give you all the glory
Cause there ain't nobody like you
Illusion they'll see through
Leaving you with nothing but your plastic crowns
Your fame and glory fell through
It's over; we've seen this all before
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