Lyrics:
going in
a Miracle there's still a me
ain't the only thing my go to giving
I thank god he keep things clickin
open door season receive them keys
It's
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
I just want a life where I don't have to struggle for everything
And as soon as I get that I'm trying to give back too everyone of you
My fans.Thank
in the booth man
My complex was studied by professional psychologists and therapists was wasting my time while concerned of my dads' inheritance
I pray
sliding for me
Only niggas get a plate when I eat
Cold nights in the crib we was sharing a sheet
TJ my brother let's hop in a V
When we hop in the booth we
chose on him
Should've died in Hell, but I rose on 'em
In big shades, fuck the hypocrites, die
Time let the tats, for the tick, tock
Clocks on the wall,
the offspring of David, Your servant, to flourish, and lift up His glory by Your divine help because we wait for Your Yeshua all the day. Blessed are You, O LORD,
the river
Two hearts suspended in space
And there so high over the river
A miracle took place
I bow my head in silent prayer
And thank Him for the love
the flesh since my second birth
He got me out the dirt coz He knew my worth
Looking out for my brothers call me Deckard Shaw
I'm so greedy for this faith
and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake
them away
I still remember them
I will never forget them
Thank you
I was saved by my lovely dear
I sing this song for you
All the paths that we walked
untouched by the last of the three
Just God's Holy Bible would interest Harold Dee
But he'd read it and recite it in his study for days
Without eating
ain't never been him
He just been npc w women and riches
1st Bape he keep posting like bro we get it
Why God keep doing it miracles is countless
Said
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
never walk straight again.
I guess you'd call me,
Escape goat.
A punching bag for the Old Man to mock.
Just because his wife left him,
For his brother's
lucky once in a while
I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile
But then we played at the Knitting Factory for fifteen people
Thirty bucks an'
and tricking in front of the church
For what it's worth, we never hustle on holy grounds
Cause when none of my homies found
God is truly who holds me down
I owe
Go to work
We were made for big things
Big dreams come alive thanks to the King
Go to work
Without works
Faith is useless
We are the mountain movers
I'd die for this every time I give it up
What the fuck, an upper cutter from a brother from another mother
I was fuckin' with no robbers, I'd die for
Homie was from Harlem, flyest nigga in his crew
She could tell he was a dope boy by the way he moved
He said he wanna take me out for dinner & some food
Now I'm higher than I ever felt
I been spendin time with my guy
Never by myself yeah
Wake up in the morning give Him thanks
Daughters still alive, wife
serious
Help him to study Exodus and Leviticus
And over Satan head run the mini-bus
I pray for Baby Cham, bless him with a miracle
Mi friend Buju and mi
of healing by power of doctors, nurses etc.
I believe in natural healing and I thank God for it. But not only do I believe in natural healing, I also believe
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