Lyrics:
Lord
Jesus is not Jack Lord
I was thrown into this jail cell by the warden who's a dumbbell
I'm reading from my bible and I ain't feeling to well
I'm
BY THE LOST SOULS
(LOST SOULS)
MY JACK LBJ IT GET ALL CALLS
(ALL CALLS)
BACK TO THE CRIB SHE ON ALL FOH
BACK TO THE CRIB SHE ON ALLLL FOH
BACK
GETTING THE P’s BY THE BOAT LOAD
(BOAT LOAD)
SURROUNDED BY GREEN LIKE A GOLF BALL
(GOLF BALL)
MOTIVATED BY THE LOST SOULS
(LOST SOULS)
MY JACK LBJ IT GET
free
Oh Lord, do You have a plan for me?
I've been kicked out of Texas
Stole an infamous necklace
Became a spiritual master
Got rejected by Vassar
the death of me, Lord, Lord
Hammer's gonna be the death of me"
Now the captain he said to John Henry,
"I'm gonna bring that steam drill around
I'm gonna
the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap
and get popped by the cops,
why cant the homies hear me?
why cant the homies hear me? listen to me homie, yeah
why cant the homies hear me?
why cant
the grill
Rest and peace to my real ones the told me batter now I know batter
Sobina you let me go after 15 shows
Why you acting like you know me you ain't
bluff
Yea
I ain't even gotta fight
The Lord fights for what's right
If you live by the sword then you die by the knife
I don't fear in the night I don't
provoke
My best days, I stress days (Lord forgive me for all my sins for I not know)
My best days, I stress days
Say "Fuck the world," my sex slave
you ain’t by my side
I see the cap right through your eyes, don’t understand why you gotta lie, praying to the lord I go to the skies
Oh shit gotta go,
fall?
(We don't know, Lord)
Folks up here, ask me why
Things go so badly down below
I tell them when they ask me why
I really do not know
(But you
the city
We could be the change in the city
Lord know they changin' the city
We could be the change in the city now
How they want me shop in dispensaries
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
911, where's the emergency
N.Y. City, blowing on sticky
Hydro, night glow, can you fucks with me
We rep that 718, where them killers don't take
No
got a crib out where the doctors be
Used to have my hand out
Why they only try and plot on me
Couldn't seem to stop it
Tryna' run it like monopoly
Lord
go astray I'm hanging in the back streets
Running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing
Ouu y'all niggas gone hate me
I'm a god though
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck though
What you tell 'em Dada
Ah
Jack skeleton nigga cause I'm
live by the gun but my foes are
No hoes or woes gonna help me out
Lead me home
Lead me home
Lead me home
Lead me home
Oh lord live inside me
Lead me
Lord I think I might need your help
I've had enough, I ain't about to going to hell
I've had enough, I've had enough
I've had enough, put me out of this
The joy of the Lord is my strength
I could talk for days on what I've seen God do
I could talk for days on why I know God
I could talk for days on what
just a total blank,
Go on and leave me baby
I don't need you, I got
Jim and Jack and Hank
Well now you left screaming and your tires screeching
That
with me even 'fore they knew what bein' with me was
Y'all niggas just glanced at it, now I got y'all starin' at it
But it's been the same ol' North
the light can't walk in the dark vampires call me day walker I'm jack the bean stalker
I'm repping the cross steadily counting the cost
Killing all my lust
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