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ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
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and
Sometimes my head would hurt
But my grandma always whistled
While she worked
Now there's folk and rock'n roll
And country music all around
And that modern
a music deal worth $30 million in 2018 by Nedjon media, from a project to boost his musical career with Blue Pie Records, White label records. The deal is
a music deal worth $30 million in 2018 by Nedjon media, from a project to boost his musical career with Blue Pie Records, White label records. The deal is
(At this point the interview fades whilst the music grows in intensity)
Then, before I left, I turned around and told the judge "I'm here to state
malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his
collar, to cut off my breath
But now all that's over, reality rules
Deal strictly with the gospel of the ? schools
Preacher preacher you could
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
A stock broker shoot his kid and throw himself in front of a train
A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself
Two years old, eatin' ketchup
all been arranged
It's like an angel starts singing
An old gospel song
In that part of town where
No angel belongs
But what is this music
That
poppin' all the pills, you ain't pray for me, you just drugged me too
Comin' up, I was bumpin' that Cross Movement, they're still callin' it thug music
Fucked up, fuck
I don't talk, I feel sick
I'm a lost arithmetic
I'm confusing as a bitch
Life's a shit slapstick
We're all fucked lunatics
I'm living
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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
bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear
The lines have become so blurred until we got gospel singers singing secular music and secular singers singing gospel music
And preachers looking
huh (we gettin high tonight)
Ghetto Gospel, its that shit
Fucking drive by music (we gettin high tonight)
All that shit, ahah ha, this shit is real (we
to God, you feel it, huh
(We gettin' high tonight)
Ghetto gospel, its that shit, fucking drive by music
We gettin' high tonight
All that shit, ah ah
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't
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
me this long just to express this in my lyrics
So, I hope that could hear it, but I won't overstay your visit
He was the first person I'd show my music
So fuck y'all!
[Chorus]
I get money from music, Kinda like to spend-spend
When I hit the town, I know they gonna let me ends in
But these other
a fossil
I ball like a raptor but roar like Mufasa
I am a lion got hair like a rasta
Preach to the choir that shit sound like gospel
I'm swishing the shot
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