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Brown Bandana can you understand though
For somebody like me who keep it G this the type of shit that I was thought to handle
Smoke all up in the air

what niggas be saying? Church hahaha
You're gonna "church" your ass
All the way to Hell nigga
Deliver us from evil amen!

All I want for Christmas is

I feel like I'm blocked
I know I have been, but I mean out of my own head
Like I was left for dead near the bottom of a rock after getting hit by

to die
And before they look up to the sky and get buried alive
They stare into my big, brown eyes so they know whose name to cry and to whine
For the final

And take his wrath for my sins without scream or a cry
Mama pray for me I don't kno why
Chose this life from the beginning I didn't even try
Livin straight

(winning)
Pray to God still a sinner
I be taking the L's still a winner
Trust me that shit is not for beginners
Pretty brown thing on my lap
No face no case

Boogie has picked
It's just a band, scroobius Pip
Hope nobody'll wanna sue me for this
Chris Brown already had too many hit's
How many people can I humanly

ice see
Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me
Sexy brown skin complexion
Cuz shits in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah
I dont pay for

I pray they understand how we passionate we take this...
2021, no fugazi shit!
Think it's a game? It's no game to me. 
Tricks are for kids.
DXB

inside a cage
Just for keeping the bills paid
I pray that God will forgive me for my ill ways (Ill ways)
Dreams
I've been out here chasing my dreams
Said

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea

at my own pace
I weigh the coke by the eights
You know what come in different colors?
White, brown, tan, butter
We cook it up wit the Moet
Give the fiends

and start to pray, or you'll be walkin' to the light
Fight or flight, I'm causin' fright cuz there ain't nothin' stoppin' me
When I write I keep it tight, top

sparking today?
Birthday cake for the dance or the rave?
Too many bredrins passing away
So I merk and I pray that I'm far from a grave
And I cry
Stuck in my

playing grounds
I'ma pray for those we lost, but don't think that you'll lose em now
I know I got a few guardian angels lookin down
So I gotta do em proud
I

The old school furniture, the vintage carpet, fridge magnets on the fridge showed the yard was owned by yardies,
The beatings the cuz got for putting his

or my advocate
My face is blue, it's like the weight gon' make me crack
Prepared to face the truth or you still waiting for the facts? Hmm
My people

666" The
Book was the Satanic Bible by Anton
Lavey after Scott Waterhouse's trial
Both the prosecution
And the victim's father claimed
That although

the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Who stand up frequently
And tell everybody, "45, he don't speak for me"
(Push back) errybody from right to left...

(oh, oh)
And they tell me, "Go pray to the reverend"
Told God that I felt like a stepson (oh)
Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh
Thick thang

beside
There's no hope for you when unrest lights
So just pray that you don't end up in the sights
They divide us by things we can't control

We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Who stand up frequently
And tell everybody, "45, he don't speak for me"

(Push back) errybody

I really be popping my shit they must thought I was playing by now they know that nigga serious
This shit ain't nothing new to me
Bitches the jewelry

hold
I've had enough; I'm sick of it all, if I was in trouble then who the hell do I call
Police might shoot me for yelling help
Done with 5'0 I'm by