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none yeah
Bless the ones mi forgive
Nuff pain inna mi heart
Weh mi nah goh forget
Never never
Pon mi life man never switch yet
Stay real
So the lord gone

I'm a Winans Too

Winans Phase 2

We Got Next

1999

compromise
Saying God is tops yo props go to pops thou
He brought me up in church through a legacy of gospel
Surrounded by a course of saints that came before

a calling in my bones for this music bro
So why the fuck would I settle for working a 9 to 5
When I could settle for doing what makes me feel alive
And I

Me I'm getting money
You niggas dying of thirst
Execution style watch his
Motherfucking brains burst
I just put some twelves and by
Nines in my black

Lord thank you for waking me up this morning
Thank you for giving me the strength to keep going
And for guiding me to accomplish
Everything I have

with Christ by my side and I'm catching these bars
Trust me I ain't no stresser
Why would I ever be stressing when I got Jesus inside
I know you know we

on the side (jeez)
This frame of my mind is too hard to come by
See I stick to the truth I don't bother with lies (nah)
I'm here with family making me proud

I got Hip Hop on lock I make crowds go nutts
When you see me pass by represent Throw y\Yo O’s up
I got underrated overlooked but gave no fuck
It’s my

distance that can get in the way of me and my goal
Gee, Stunna Man, what are you going by these days
I hear there's a bit of a rivalry growing in the group

heart was warm full of love, till that bitch turned cold
Found out me and some niggas round me wasn’t living by the same code
Told me they would be around

Yea 
How you doin 
I go by the name P.R
Prince Ramzee' dats correct 

Say what

Well
When they ask me where im from 
I say the struggle 
They say

working out...

Look
And it made me wonder why, you never knew you was a butterfly, blossom
Flatline got every man playing possum
Falling upon they back

straight to your dome like a whole sheet of acid
With my saints by me, Hit Em Up as the anthem
Cus they jacked a few grand now I got no house to stand in

get that bag
Do that shit with urgency
Urgency yeah
Everybody still by me right now
Been around, new niggas
I cannot let them in
Hit in the Maybach

I met her on Tinder

See yo biddie I'ma swipe right
Beat the p***y like fight night
Ballin out like Like Mike
Ride me she dont ride bikes
Babygirl

And maybe I can find a way to start this rapping shit again 
‘Cause I been making too much love songs, taking too much drugs
Lord, forgive me for my sins, I

tough but you the snitch in da Goodfellas, hating on my style cuz you jealous, Hoody Season, I got the nine loaded with the bullets, give me a reason, I

walk it's by my belt if a fuck nigga try me
Like tee said fold em up like it's origami
Christian child cryin fa da lord and his mommy
Buck wild they say

then i'm ready to go 
Through the scope bitch i'm ready to blow 
cnd it's a lot of shit that muthafuckers ain't ready to know
Like lord forgive me what

good at nothing else
Lord, is it too late
What if my happiness don’t reside in this 
I build
Destroy
I build
Destroy 
They look up to me
They want my

good at nothing else
Lord, is it too late
What if my happiness don’t reside in this 
I build
Destroy
I build
Destroy 
They look up to me
They want my

And feel the mental gap when they conversate with the young lord
Sorry if I'm talking too much, hope you ain't getting bored
Split your ears so you can hear

funny
I call that Jonah Hill
I do this by myself
I don't need a deal
Yeah I'm selfish with it
Fuck how you feel

I'm running it up
Why do you think
They

crazy Lord, this the way you made me
They say i got guts to be questioning creation
You'd be better off dead
Just delete the thoughts and memories you got