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filled with Escobar-level coke
Caught up in the violence & dope
So their dreams ain't ever realized
Ballin', high hopes, with Len Bias results

Ay, Praises

blame
Death on the cross but He overcame
Let's proclaim
Glory be to God cause freedom reigns
Died to self;
The Spirit came
Only He remains
Lord I'm

stood against their arrogance
Statistics said I wasn't fit
Yet here I am I stand for him
Not fazed by words or by their glint
I'm stronger Lord now I

dope haze
My needle and a rope phase
In time, through all my hope, saved
Like a sinner to a pope, praise the Lord
Enforce his wrath and more
On course

LET ME BE

I'm gonna stand up and set out to be
The man I'm finna praise and see
Got dust on my head I can't clean
An oddball on my train of thought

it simple minded 
Never took for granted all the things that God provided 
Where we would praise our lord in every single thing we do
And live life

regrets, I gotta let 'em go
Brand new motivations, gotta let 'em show
Steered some away, they on the wrong path
Just hope to see the day that GOD can bring

arm (Arm) like bed bugs (Bugs)
I humming, to you, through (My gum)
Hear you talk to the (Lord) yet you let my (Heart drop)
I flop with no wings, for

your name
He's the alpha the beginning
And omega the very end
Lord you are worthy of our praises
And forever we will declare you King
Jesus is king yeah

nigga
Puting everything in the hands of the Lord
Congratulations you can say hallelujah
Glory be to God we made it out of mud
Praise to the Lord y'all

I know what I’ve come from don’t tell me I’m not saved
On my knees once again as I sing God’s praise

Lord make me a better man than before
My rap’s

for yourself in Matthew 5.13
And ask the Lord to reveal just what the verses mean

So you can see what I'm saying's on a serious tip
The microphone

up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my

This is more than just a song/
This is justification to show that I belong....

Bright lights and big city dreams bring a calm/
Yet inside it lies

love is one and only can tell I'm in my zone see
I'm balling like a Piston got my bills up call me Chauncey
I'm just speaking what they don't see

a better me I know it ain't true
Woah
And it's so many girls in this room
Just one is all I need
Praise the lord she got down on her knees
Walked in

the trail
Thank God our legal system
Hasn't worked for a while
Praise the Lord he helped ya boy
By splitting the Nile
They ain't got nothing on me
I ain't

to tell
People seem be to nosey when they see you doing well yea
Pounds coming in, We just trynna win
Praise to lord amen, Then do it again
I need

How About

Melvins

Prick

1994

and wash away your sins
And wash your mind and wash your heart and wash your life, oh praise God
I thank God for that opportunity and I just want to let

Just another nigga in the ghetto 
Why I gotta jugg, finesse, and scam tho
I don't wanna leave, but I cant stay 
I gotta get this cheese, gotta make

detached, ain't searching for that warm feedback
I don't need that, I just wanna praise the Lord and speak facts
I pull the string back, let fly at foes,

Is it finally time?

I been waiting years to take it


But it's finally mine 

I won't let em walk on me

That's by the design

It's God mode

Belong

to buss it
We ain't hearing bout symptoms
Only worry bout income
Like what infection
We affected by the system
No class dismiss em
No mask go get one
My man

Let us throw up them drinks, pour up a glass, time to be free, time to party up
How many times did you fail
How many hits did you sell just rapping