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wait to bring my friends in
With me

(verse)
Tryna go city to city bring the gospel with me and share the good news
I was dancing with the devil like

Stood and hit my Dougie when they hollered not guilty

1st things first I ain't gone play witcha 
Riding round the city with some made niggas 
A Couple

Late nights
45s
Pouring drinks to cap nights 
You can catch me on the south side

Yeah
The beat hostile
Street gospel
Let me paint a pretty picture like

partigiano John
Più forte delle bombe, juicy, doctor greenthumb
California love, l'avvelenata, Jah Jah City
Ho visto anche degli zingari felici
I shot

You niggas still think you a make it
My goodness now that's an atrocity
I noticed when shit starts going
South niggas heavily tend to copy me
You

and worship from the south
Florida on the map three hunded and five
You know what I'm about
Chile we praise God round here
From the inner city hoods

Oh I'm back now it's over with
Ha
Here we are again
We living our dreams over this way
Ion know what y'all on
No cap
Yeah
I'm a Titian in the city

is stayin' composed
'Cause killin' shit is really all that I know
Funeral goes, casket closed
The choir sings, the pastor goes
Women cryin' in

home with a real mom
South Bronx store front minister with a choir
Finally, somebody who heard in me a voice
That brought the light of God to man
I

colder
Shed tears on some nights Frank lends me a shoulder
Preaching to the choir, to the gospel
Why you acting different, shit, it's feeling way too

of my truth
The gospel of Karl the great, it’s what offer to you
Orchestrated by Roll’X, he’s the choir leader
To anyone I forgot pardon my amnesia
I ask,

the year when it came up
My family was so good and sweet
Grew up in the west coast's paradise
My heart will forever
Yes just to be South American
Longing for

street gospel
Baby Beesherini maan the modern day apostle
Lacin up my boots
Maan I'm slappin on my spurs
Smokin on derb
In the Burb hittin curbs
And buy

tryna sign with Diddy trying to get what Diddy got
In middle school I naturally resorted to a Diddy bop
Sunning in the south
I Kept the city hot
Name rang

cold, it was freezing in the District
The same city where I used to run amok at
Now I come back and spend a buck at
(Buck buck buck buck)
Now let me

nines out
Wilt Chamberlain in the Dirty South
Good Kid, Mad City
I ain't never drove a minivan
Pray to God wash these dirty bands
Pray to God make me

straight out the ditch 
I just came here to have fun and spread a message 
Came from the south side of Austin, Texas 
Now that's a hipster city 
I guess you

black, that Moff Gideon image

They say what state the city in? A list again?
Really no difference, you sinnin' or sittin'?
Ascendin' or sinnin'? Okay, you

gospel (Hah-Hah)
My ego is Colossal, my shrink say that I'm self absorbed
Shit you'd be too if you witnessed the shit that I endured
Still pullin

Christ, yeah

Coz that's the mission that's real -

Blue collar working hurtin' em -

People need a Word that'll heal -

So I gotchu with the gospel -

cause she in the city, they hope that I feel it
She hopin' I'm not at my limit, I do not fear nigga's shit
I cannot feel in this shit, maybe it's cause I

Born as a Hurricane
A freedom writer, who becomes a fighter
A black boy with a special game
My names my name bitch i am a brother
I need a choir

we tired, we finna get flyer
Make em retire
Singin on yall its a choir, this Shit is acquired
Ready or not
Watchung we raiding ya block
Spinning

Dark as a demon sweet as fruit
Darker the berry sweeter the juice
Carbon emissions too gassed
Broke out the system too fast
Then I rhymed in EU Cities