Lyrics:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
want ya
Ooh Na Na Na Na Na
Look how you've hurt me now
You've let the sun go down
The moon lights what I've found
In Exile
Exhaustion through Exile
to honest
Deliever all the promises i noted
Am defferent i will never let down my people
Not to mention my deffence
I know you doubting my existence
This is
116 clique members
People who are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ
Let me tell you where we're from dog…
[verse 1:]
New Jerusalem, that's my
I only want the best of the best, unimpressed by the rest
Make America great again, from East coast to the West
Let real rap manifest, destiny in
strange angles
He'll be your podiatrist to order your steps – balance untangled
Give you beautiful feet repaired with the gospel on paths with angels
If
our people have a very serious problem
America's problem is
Self destruction
You're headed for self destruction
Self destruction
You're headed for self
you got when the music come to an end
I started hard from the bottom and I worked up (Worked up)
Had a couple jobs, Best believe them people worked us
rugers, CDs with my tooters
And my tutors taught me a terrible miracle
You can lie, cheat and still kill in America
Be celebrated like Captain America
future will be
I used to have a faith but my body's defeated
No longer have the spirit no longer have the patience
You can see how I came down
Seven ounce
the music
Biz only without the female groupies
As soon as I sat down in the captain's
Office, his exact first words to me were
"Don't fuck with my
Staff!"
feathers
Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma
Coming to America, really the set
I'll let your soul glow, I'm keepin' you wet
All my cold Decembers, I
to keep
I let you slip away somehow
If I should die before I wake
If I should die my pain shall stay
I pray the lord my soul to take
I made you what you are
America
Real niggas stand if your fake I ain't hearin' ya
And I don't need you on my album to sell
My name rings bells, so take it to hell
This, is for
Now let me ask the truth or somethin -
should I slow down and be a good camper?
I heard a young thug scream,
"It depends what you got in
brothers are killed with no justice
Or peace, in the middle of hell
And I was out on the Isle when the two Towers fell
So now you're gonna tell that
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
on
down, through, gone, all foregiven in all that suasion?
it's all hers, as you know, though it could never all be hers
in tennessee. all she was was
you trying kick some dust up
America's always been known for blaming us niggas for they fuck-ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they trying
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
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