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to remind you 

Sayge nigga it's like 
Being a black man in this world 
Who love us 
Nigga who love us forreal 
We don't even got our queens with us no more

Then nobody knows
And nobody knows

But I know
You know
We know

a castaway they thought I'm doomed I'm glad you hated praise
Like you hating on me won't do you any justice
I'm still searching for me but look what we

and wonder why we're always so tense
When we remember to breathe, we come back to the present tense
I give my praise! For the ability to sense
For the tastes,

of tryin' to fit in
I know he made me different, Woah
I look high when I get low
That's how I'm still grinning
I'm locked with my lord, we twinnin
Woah
Let's

God E don give me the life I dé live
Tell me why I no go dance lika this
We are led by the Spirit of God
So everybody come follow me dance
Mais où sont

(You don't want no part no part)
Go ahead and lay up on my chest
Pinot Grigio and cigarettes
I think we started something look at all our friends

sketches and make it shake
Out of Virginia where we made you niggas but never ate
We're coming for seconds and thirds scraping plates
Eating good like its

at the ether giving praise to my teacher
Pave on my leisure
When you die it get deeper
We've been searching as far as I can see
What we've been looking for is

praises
Constantly using your phrases
We argue a bit and then we make up
And you know what my favourite phase is
In my passenger seat at night
If you

how strong is my yearning
To be following the one true God
He who saw we were good, although we live so flawed
Man it's so amazing that we're saved by

break 
You ain't no savior, get out my face 

We got a flame, we 'boutta blaze
We chargin' up so they open the gates
I microwave, steak on my plate
Heat up

And you know when you feel that spirit
Whew, you know you got to heed what you're hearing
And when He tells you to move, you got to do what it do

the praise but not my name
Greater heights I attain
But then not by might but by His grace alone

"Too much money in the bank
When I pull up with my gang then

in mind you'll winning by the summer
It don't' matter what I'm facing I'm praying while being patient
Just look into my eyes I'm focused determination

shows you
One thing we gon' do
Fohlo, fohlo, fohlo
Fohlo, fohlo, fohlo

She was busy talking engilesh
While I'm speaking IsiZulu and she's loving my

Illegitimate child I was down for the count, a lost son
Now I am found cuz of God's love
I'm so thankful, not a day goes by
That I don't praise You lifting Your

Ima just spit you what Im sayin yeah yeah
Uh uh yeah whoa yeah
Me and my patners in the country
Shooting pistols like what up
We shoot at our targets

automatically
Generated by the machine
Telling that you must abide
To the norms of society
But instead
You're no longer on autopilot
Due to Concede
To all

loose,
U want the recipe u gotta talk to the chef,
Vex with me i really thought we was friends,
Bet u p she gonna call me again,
Speaking but u are not

more
We done faced too many fears to be afraid no more
(Nah)
They killin ya confidence
I feed my ego with praises and compliments
Evil world
I’m still

me we gon win now I can't hit you phone
You gon come around and leave so just leave me alone
I lost Winbush April 1st I thought it was a joke
Got that

pencils I led (Huh)
Really I'm grateful I'm flattered by all of your praise but I won't deny that it's God
He's given me all of this power, noti yo kumwa

Intro [Iamkingziion]: it's money in the building baby!

Chorus: 
Money in the building cha-ching, cha-ching,
We secure the bag if you know what I