Lyrics:
don't think I'm wrong
It's so much gossip going on
I had to put the gospel in this
Song so preach on Pastor preach on
Preach on Pastor preach on preach
put off 'til tomorrow the things I shoulda done today
No, I've always waited way longer than that
I have never had much say in how I felt
I've been
then I kick it wit ya
Full time vet, I be working on my day off
Pastor troy og, shawty smoke his damn face off
No beef, I'm dripping A1
Play Hard shit
favor me)
Had the plague (with your hand)
Were in debtor's jail (promise)
Trampled by a horse (marry me, marry me)
Gone to sea again (please, oh,
Understand the spirit's willing but my flesh is weak
Let me speak, I never had a chance to dream
Ten years old finding love in dirty magazines
Miss December
He learned the value of love, never felt alone.
From Manual Arts High to the halls of knowledge,
His thirst for wisdom, you must acknowledge.
Goin' hard on every hook
By 18 I was in the county
No money on my books
Had to realize niggas say they ride
But not to the very end
Just to get my circle
my dreams, called me by name
So in devotion I spread my wings, to heaven I had came
... to stay
what to do, so I sat there by myself
The sun set at 3 PM St. Lucia had arisen
I was lectured in the hall about American imperialism
Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like
never lowered the bar, why you n****s missin (come on)
Some n****s play with this rap s**t
But Ill forever love this rap s**t
Ill forever love this rap
I got some shit for you to come and get
I'm at the St. Regis up on Briar Oaks
Hit me when you done your shift
Woo, I see you doin' well, baby
Oh,
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
said trust the word not the man on the pulpit
Pastor don't be on that bullsh*t
Told me how young black boys get shown the least love
cnd unforgiven by
eye
Shooting jumpshot like Brent
Barry, Kyle Korver, jason Terry
And if a nigga try to take
My cash, no Pastor Troy, but we ready
Jumping out the gym
smoke
get paid good so we gonna blaze good
So come to The Land where all the thugs be real
Them St. Claire niggas they ain't no joke
so catch a slug
Young Rich and Slick's got ya
Well in peace
I don't know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar
Maybe the music I am doin' is never
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin' (Splashin')
Laughin', I ain't even trippin' (Haha)
I'm
the pootie with a Plank, B
'Cause me and my crew were out breaking windows
The bingo, the lotto you know I'll never win those
Possession is half the law
I
she’s screaming that is so amazing.
Hook:
Bridge:
Rap:
I never met a chick so campatible, I never had a conversation so casual,
real talk that’s actual,
the words he said...
I went down to that St James Infirmary
They had my baby there
She was lying on a long, long white table, yeah
So cold, so still...
the prisons that they in
That recruit the pastor, former, current and ex-president
You can quote it like I wrote it, signature by Michael, win
Swear to God
always rock out
With the GutterBoys
You know it's all love
When I see ya Troy
Harbor all this pain
I'm built for this
Had to take many L's
Just to get
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