Lyrics:
And if we want to go there
We just have to follow that white boy
Time to
Heavenly father
Why do you let bad things happen?
Salt Lake City
Did
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
When it's all over but the shoutin'
When God the Father's done his final accounting
And I find out that I made the cut
Boys I'm gonna get me
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
The world at my sneakers,
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features,
Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Came on the scene at 19
God give me strength to be done
My God gave me a gold medal
I don't have PlayStation but I have notation
I'm working for heavenly father
My dreams are
30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus
What is an advisor somebody that's holdin' my checks?
Just to fuck me over and put my finances in
an infinite calm.
Peace! Peace! wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above;
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray,
In fathomless billows of love.
What
dad outta work, welfare lying
Prejudice, always see, the bottom of the barrel
Falling down on my knees, heavenly father, here we go on knowing
I thought I said dip me in gold I said Drippin' up on the set
I thought of this back of my father sack yea that's how long it's been
I'm on this shit
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
an infinite calm.
Refrain:
Peace! Peace! wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above;
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray,
In fathomless billows
you tell?
The days I tried to cover up and conceal
My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal
When living in a that come with plan B
rats all in the basement
Niggas' shooting by my house man
Weekends over at Granny's
She got everybody drinkin'
But the young-ins gettin' older though, uh
of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside, yeah
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
Some outlaws lived by the side
a bitches point of view
It's us against the world, you got me in your corner, boo
I'm gettin' money, I can go and buy a bitch a body
Mind over matter, so
why we in this shit
Remind me why we in this shit
Cause we ain't on no pile of shit
Nigga I'mma make my music from my heart
And I live and I die by
down by Moses
And then as the Heavenly Host has proposed
You will be sent into heaven
Don't believe me?
You'll be seeing Lucifer
And you will be ripped
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
me for all my sinnin'
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin'
My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
By the time he 18, he on his own
be over my house
(That's a lie) yo, that girl at my house, man Lee, man
She cleans up behind me, man
(You're a liar) Yo, she cleans up behind me, does
replaced my father
Neighborhood hustlas taught me to
Get them dollars
Thats when I became a problem
Product of my environment
It's hard to grow up be
everywhere
Call your friends over, poetic justice
Janet Jackson braids, time to show me something
Introduce you to my cousin M
Maybe we could shoot a film
I like to exercise my right to remain silent, please
I plead the .45th, 'cause this shit is beyond me
All their words don't mean anything
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