Lyrics:
And he won't let me fall in the enemy's hand
Oh, I'm just glad to know that God saved me
His grace and his mercy
They watched over me all night long
If it
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
shape
But all of them is the same in the end
It's about sensitivity, it's about passion
It's about unconditional giving of self to another person
shape
But all of them is the same in the end
It's about sensitivity, it's about passion
It's about unconditional giving of self to another person
'm running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
to the plan
I'll be my last on a chance
Watch me pass and advance
When it's all in God's hands
I give it all to God, put it all in God's hands
I give it all
up
Get up, stand up
Come and throw your hands up (Ha, ha, ha)
Let's go (hands up) let's ride (put 'em up)
It's Vein
(hands up) all night (put 'em up
I’m carding it
Yes, in fact I’m killing all Anglo Sax and
Leaving a mist ‘cause to be strangling hoes
Shit, giving doughs to them
Catching VD just
out, I put my trust in God go have my haters shook
Bitch ever look Genjitsu, now I got a hooked
I'm really mobile, just touch the back while rapping let
Hands hands all I see is hands
The saints is in the building
We warned them in advance
And we ain’t going nowhere
We praise him cause it’s necessary
I can't say it's been easy
Seen some of my loved ones pass by
But you gave me so many chances
Just to start over
God make me over
And you know that I
I'm hot, I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down
The way I break it down
Some days I'm in the crowd, all by myself
Bunch
Are you ready for the ride?
Look, I put all my rivals in the dirt
And my feet off in the sand
Niggas double-cross you quicker
With the hands
I can't
got's enough, dunno who makes the call
I don't know what the future holds but I know who knows it all
I don't know I don't know I don't know but God
it to the game
It go way deeper than that nigga
After all that we been through
From the Jacking, Kidnaps, and doing
I know you got a lot to say
And in
Punchlines and hooks you think it's fight night when I arrive
I touch the mic and dreams die think I'm that Freddie guy
Put me in a room with other types then
the Bengals playing
Back when I was basic aint think they a feel it
Made plays by the vacant was just me & Willis
We had more O's in it than Lenny Williams
Hop
a masterpiece
Even though it ain't written in red, in the
Beginning God made men and women and said
That it was good, creation was made, and it was all great
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
I never called y'all, it was too painful, getting baptized in the rainfall
Put your hands up high if you come from a storm in the past God delivered
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
again)
I try to pretend that I'm different, but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga, I'm never gonna
again)
I try to pretend that I'm different, but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga, I'm never gonna
high
I could put it on god
Put ya hands up high if you could put it on god nigga
No fake shit tonight that’s on god
No fake shit tonight that’s on my mom
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