Lyrics:
cause I order
Up the ones by the motherfuckin' pound
Plus just chase after the motherfuckin' paper
Cha-cha-chasin' after motherfuckin paper
Let's just
Nigga you don't know?
Sonny Coleon, Godfather get loose
Bulletproof, made it through the toad booth
I don't know if you niggas want the whole truth
longer than I could defend
'Cause if you're telling a story, at some point you stop
But stories don't end
Stories don't end
They go on and on
Just
the newest and blessed by Tech
Clergy of crazed, worthy of praise
Like Anubis and Wepwawet
Dismissed what I play to thee
A Damu could must a wrong should
run things, hunting
down hardcore clowns and love singers
and I got more styles than Brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!)
Police oppress me, MC's want
Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
scream
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
I
praise Him
He sent His son to die for my sins
All I wanna do is praise Him
Once you get to know Elohim
All you'll want to do is praise Him
My future was
React how you want any energy you
Got is good energy you know
The Confederate flag represented slavery
That’s my abstract
Take on what I know about
on the playground
You lay down on a stretcher (don't get carried away now)
No pun intended, just hop out of your whip
And leave it unattended before I whip out
the singer in the band
Many times I thought I'd found the one
Enough to make me stay not turn and run
Time went by and so did I
Thinkin' what I'd done
Many
you may the horse be with you every day trapped by the phillies they like me of course they all take my bed yeah i'm a rocking horse you've got to take
in me
He put me down back in 1993
And now I grab mic and rock the party
I got Joys and Cheers for Pea by ease
Pea by ease short for family, they
I just want to sing for you oh oh
I wanna be heaven famous
Throw a concert for the saved yes
Kneel at the robes so stainless
cnd we sing cll praise
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
and rock the show
I just want the world to know
You gotta sit back and count your blessings
You gotta name them one by one
Baby, you can't take the credit
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
or old their ain’t no comparing me
I just cleared that up
Moment of clarity, Uhh
Uh, I’m about to go almonds,
young head bussa, get your helmets
You
hold you down
I said the devil can't hold you down
Why don't you raise your hands
You got a right to praise him (if you want to)
No matter the situation
me a Tec, now I`m wild, insane
I`m on a hunt for a rapper who want to turn singer
I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger
So if you`re nice
Whenever there's smoke and fire
You'll find him handy to admire
Never learns the victims' names
Roasting snacks upon the flames
Always just
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you want to be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
to figure?
When you speak of that nigga, you don't understand
But fuck it, I flood this with these bands
Do a drive-by, fly-by leave him where here
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