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to get money
But, I'll try, by God! I'll try
I'll go out and make it or steal it
Or take it or die
I grab you up on some hood shit
You look back, like, "Good shit"
Got so deep in that bitch, it felt spiritual
Flooded in that pussy, it's a miracle
happen,
Doin' nuttin',
He'd be in need of a slappin',
But we're all clueless to how it works,
There are no experts & that's what hurts,
Where's God
James 4:14
We got a limited time to tell others how to be redeemed
Lost souls can even see it, so we must plant the seed
But I pray to you, God, you open
movement and life
Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley
Springtime in the country
I can smell summer on its breath
Low and harrowed lie
share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write
Own it
It's yours
It's yours
Yours
You're still the one that I adore
Ain't much out there to have feelings for
Guess whose it is? Guess whose
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
that word out winter coats, and get to cheffing
I'm tryna send that soul to heaven
If a man got touched by us just know it's spiritual blessings
And if
looks her best with her hair like, everywhere
And it comes to me in a moment of clarity
She's a god
She's a freak like Madonna
She's a god
Carry me
and suffering that made that content. You see what I'm saying? You can't get it from the outside in. Truth is from the inside out. You know, and the way we've
yeah
Put it on me, don't be scared to give that work
'Cause I ain't never had nobody make me feel this way
When you touch me, like oh my God
There's an old rural route two lane
Take it out past where the radio just can't
Past the river bridge with a rope swing
And a mailbox painted all
wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
That shit don't add up, you're making them mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
folks can't stick together
And it's odd
Broke us down, made us pray to his God
And when I think about it
It make me say "DAMN! I wanna kill Sam"
Then let's make it stack
Then let's make history cause they
Can't take that back
Back to balling and spending
Running up in these women
Got a bitch out
All need divine providence / All need the only savior
Degenerative coma interrupted – Spiritual reactions
It’s the rise of a new creature – in
Talkin' 'bout the devil and his crew
Check me out
You came to rob and steal from the helpless
Warriors in Christ we stand up for the defenseless
So can
what it is, you know what it isn't
She just get it poppin' every time daddy visit
Drinking by the pool, go ahead and take a dip in
Life is but
were liberated and that's something that we celebrate
If we can celebrate July fourth, we got to celebrate Juneteenth
And so, y'all, it, it's so much
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only God can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh
Patek on, iced out, yeah yeah
needs to be worked on and how we can work on it, solutions
Dun dun dun, niggas is scared of solutions
But, um, 'cause we got to have balance, you know?
well
I believe that God knows what each of us
Wants and needs it's not necessary for us
To make it to church on Sunday to
Reach Him you can find Him
Brotha' man can I help you
Let me cut to the rhythm of your attitude
Understandin' love patience a little kindness
Will help to relieve you spiritual
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