Lyrics:
Philly cat back at it
Still throwing crack at it
Still fucking wit them crack-atics
Still bust'em wit them black Matics
It's ain't the bucks, it's
Hey this ain't designer no It's straight outta the thrift
He ain't pay my money I ain't showing up for shit
Only time I'm coming when I'm fucking
But the impossible is God's chance
To work a miracle, a miracle
So just know
It ain't over until God says it's over
It ain't over until God says
of the reason I go back
To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia
Now if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track.
And you ain't just
Grace of God
Zach Meadows
Well I'm a poor boy singing bout the grace of god
Lord have mercy, he ain't doin his job
Oughta break my nose
Huh, pipe down boy you ain't like that
Pussy boy, who are you, where ya' hype at?
Ain't gon' lie, I'm too smooth, imma fly cat
And his bitch, on my
my baby
She's a baby in the morning time
when the sleep is in her eyes and the world is waking up
She has a rhythm, oh, believe me, I ain't lying,
nun of this
You ain't did nun of that
You ain't show no luv
You ain't got my back
You ain't got no racks
You ain't heard no facts
You ain't seen no
Finna fuck around maybe
Ain't talking bout plan B
All these nigga walking dead inside
Looking like some zombies
Puffing all this gas niggas thing I'm
Why they thinkin' I'm exaggeratin' Lost some young niggas, they ain't makin
They graduation You ain't even done yet, but they sayin congratulations
wheel
I'm gonna blow away the hurt I feel
I ain't got nothin to lose, I'm done with the blues
I'm gonna find out if Sam Cooke was right that it's
What the fuck is on the side, couple bitches side of fries
They ain't wanna speak on lies, they ain't wanna speak on lies
Mountain caved in like some
Yep Dirty
Datnigahdirty Let work
These nigahs ain't outside
Like they be saying
They outside
These nigahs ain't outside
Like they be saying
They
They be talking this and that
But ain't never touched a nigga
Got one shorty on the roster
Since like 12 been pulling triggers
If I wanna slime em
striker low behind tints
Can't take you too my crib we ain't gone stay long
Neighborhood hero coming up it ain't gone take long
Them niggas capping in they
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
as a well
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell
But I'll never know
When you see the hate ain't no smiling
I'm stuck ina box nigga snakes and conniving
Thoughts in my head going brazy
Cant wait till the day to tell my
to put it down
Don't be scared to be too loud,
It ain't no one else around
Working like I'm clocking in
Overtime no stopping it
Phone on DND don't need my
I'ma be the bad guy, tried that last time It ain't seem to work out, will it work this
time?
I'ma be the bad guy, tried that last time It ain't seem
You read the Sunday paper
Wife's pissed off 'cause you ain't laid her
Rolling pennies for your wealth
Me too. . .
We don't see eye to eye
I'm on your
me clapped and chromed, it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz-O, V
want you to hold me, no
You asking me, "What is the issue?"
Callin' my Uber 'cause I don't wanna be with you
Trust me when I tell you this ain't
I will show you crazy, I'm a maniac
No more final warning, I'm not holding back
I ain't going nowhere, let the roof cave in
'Bout to blow up
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