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build a dynasty
Prophecy, even Jesus wanna ride with me
As time goes by, we all gotta die
So why you mad?
Cause your homie in the sky
I get it Legend, he

heart
I'm so tired of feeling weary
I said father please forgive me
Jesus take the wheel and steer me
I've been losing sleep and sometimes it's so hard

and homies with Rugers
Was trading out Jesus for Judas
Try 'em for change and they turn into shooters
I went to church cuz I knew I was foolish
Got me a job I

the bag
I might take it  with your mrs
Show any yungin
Who can do it like
This please
Shit Is fabricated
Bout to break into pieces
You pulled up in

crazy 
I'm feeling real brazen
So please don't embrace me 
I'm feeling real anxious
Go locate the exits
The entrance is dead end
I'm just getting started

mug then I promise I'm cheesing
Ian no killer but my niggas shooters them hollows Got crosses you get hit with Jesus
If I get caught then lil nigga ion

screaming Jesus Christ
Like please don't take my son
They let one off in the sky, she ran and dropped her keys
By a window seat on the 243, when I saw

Lately I been feeling that
Nobody's understanding me
Jealous of my uprising
Now they're reprimanding me
This ain't the mainstream
Ego with the vanity

revitalized, Psych!
But now folks wanna act stupid with me
Saying I'm fake because I grew too quickly
Used to live in a world defined by pride
But now I'm Dwayne

fathomed the family that's finally fuckin' with me
Got some screws loose in my noggin, I guess my head is off
It's hereditary, blaming my shit on everyone

and working
And working and drinking and drinking and working
Tell me my life is it worth no mercy
We loving the curses
She look good on IG but what does she

Only time you see me with a
Scrub if she a CNA
If he know I scammed Jesus
What would Jesus say?
How I'm feeling, fuck Ichiban
It's a pita day
Yeah, fuck

with this music game 
Don’t care what nobody say 
Isolation gave me zen
Everytime I step back I see the world in my hand
Wifey tell me I’m her world,

showed the ropes
Streets taught me sense, Jesus showed me hope
Now I campaign telling y'all we need change
Until you know we can like Obama with the votes

Jesus, You’re for me,
 Holding me steady;
 Every word You speak
 Is a promise that You keep;
 This firm foundation
 Cannot be shaken;
 My God, You never

Carry my own weight I float away by igniting leaves
Stay by the fire tree wind is cold but inspiring
Everything is so tiring I don't why I lie to me
I'd

though my past is still stuck in my bead preparing my grave instead 
Cause it's Jesus who will resurrect me from the dead

Street lights on ain't nobody

what I live by, I know the fella (Jesus)
He took me out tha streets, countin' like a tella (countin')
And I dropped everythang, lil bruh gat the yella (I

out in the booth Cuz lies can never breathe if they surrounded by
The truth
Knock the fakes up out the park, with the bat im baby ruth
Patrick Bateman

week
Remember Friday nights at MovieCo
Chill with the click, we would never see a movie though
Swear, now my life is like a movie yo
Good music got

the course you'll be forever winning with no remorse I'll be for ever sinning
Forgive us Lord we need disciplining Jesus fed the hungry I feed the citizens

me before

Bureaucracy and bickering make for beautiful decor
And yet, we have an enemy
But wait, there's more
At home with your spouse

freedom just walk in his healing cuz Jesus is living
Depression, oppression do not got a hold on me
Anxiety get on with that foolery 

Ain't no stopping,

Pick the outfit
Hair and nails done
About to wile out with my girls
Like we ain't got sense
Call my boy Q
Tell me what spot to mess wit
Roll up with