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niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'

I mean, I can't stop progressing, been stopped stressing, yeah, hermetic, hermetic teachings
Hermetic lessons, yeah, that sound better, uh-huh, uh,

finished nah nah
Fuck a little drive, never get it, settin' low windows tinted heh

Came up from the bottom yeah you know I'm going hard
I done seen it all,

finished nah nah
Fuck a little drive, never get it, settin' low windows tinted heh

Came up from the bottom yeah you know I'm going hard
I done seen it all,

like a 10k (yeah)
They say you are who you hang with (ay)
Tell em look at what my friends make (uh)
Call in the eulogist
I think I died and surpassed

Cut your lights off, nigga
Alright yeah,  that's them bitch ass
Niggas right there pull up,  pull up
Pull up, nigga
Pull up and roll the window down

gave us hope
Forty

Lyrical Evangelist, y'all think we just some rappers
I just had a dream the other day I was a pastor
That's why we preaching

Yeah, yo, You're about to witness... sinister... my bars: sinister, my lyrics: sinister... sinis-, sinis

Sinister Divinity's started spitting-

I'm getting figured in London

Yeah!!
I been a porn for desire, I'm hoping my dreams are gonna shower and thunder
Raging like panda my ni**** ain't

don't quote God's word no more, they quote what the pastor preaches
And I know they'd hate to see us going from rags to riches
And making the people who

love was never missing 
Walked to church once a week, while cars steady passed us by 
We ain't have much to give, but pastor never asked us why 
I was

Yeah
Look, look
They threw us in the slums of the concrete jungle
Never had shit I'm the same came humble
Stumbled off the porch, I'm concerned will

Yeah
It's been a long time coming
We here now
We here now
We here now
We here now
You hear that?

They wanted me to fail, dead and living in

Yeah
Look

Young bull at the top of the block with the white front door and the corner subtle
Cool, but he always in trouble
Why you think his

Written By: Lord Vizion

Who are you to control the dissatisfaction of disappointed demons you heathen?
You can't breathe in the same air as me 
So

Its real light
Had so much on my plate
That my plate broke
Pastor had told me tuck my chains
And I should pray more
Mama said protect your heart

soul I'm
Way down down below
Free my mind protect protect my
God can you hear me
My elders say your near me
The pastor says you'll heal me
But my heart

by now I'm Mars
Every time a nigga touch the beat, yeah you should know it's hard
Ayy, I don't need no Wocky in the Fanta
Ayy, I just turned your

They walking like zombies
Know it's the end can tell by Tsunamis
Rip IKE he killed you
That's Homi
12 gon lie and say its nobody
I had a dream that Wazo

ah yeah
I could peep the anger in you
If you left and casket were pastors, still singing scriptures
My shrimp piccata
My kicks is Prada, gun is

Niggas know I'm straight thug
Niggas know I'm gooned up ride by your spot
Shoot your fucking living room up
Nigga must on that lean
Cause he got me

in the Gang Green t-shirt
They were the gateway band, a pastor and the teacher to me
I used to wanna be real with the things they believed in
But

Yeah, Fake people in my life, they're all around me
And fake love seems to be all they're offering
Bottom feeders in disguise trying to harm me

a fact
Yeah I might hurt you so stay the fuck back
Damn, man I lost my way
Run through my day man I'm quiet as shit now
Always feeling so run down
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