Lyrics:
got them divas
Reese pieces Jesus pieces all up on my, ugh
Glitter chains and I let
The motherfucking cheddar bang
You should of shouldn’t came
I'm with
You want to take me to a doctor
To talk to me about my mind
To try to give directions to some places
That I don't really want to find
Trouble
of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,
to Elijah Muhammad, ooh
I don't give a damn what the preacher ever tell y'all
Jesus, Muhammad, ain't comin', woo
I'mma tell y'all what the ancestors
His glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory
give what we don't deserve it
You take the broken things
And raise them to glory
You are my Champion
Giants fall when You stand
Undefeated
Every battle
and low places
And don't you fight me down
I'll stand firm, and give Jah all the thanks and praises
I don't expect to be justified, by these laws of men
I've done and what I became
Caught up in living my life in the fast lane
Blinded by lights, cameras, you know the fame
I don't know the reason why I
a bigger plan they had their fingers crossed
I double cross them like I’m Jesus friend
Had to pull up with some trap ass shit
In a whole new lane different
Then all the disciples deserted him and fled.
And love is not killed by the sword,
but by a kiss the coward gives.
Forgive me Lord. And so it is,
All
"Ayy, you want some of this shit?"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't play that shit
And I'm finna buss a cap on a nigga"
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
to maintain but the feeling won't change
I'm sorry for the things that I've done and what I became
Caught up in living my life in the fast lane
Blinded by
pump
Knock wood, it's all good, thank god for vodka
'Cause wit my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waiting upstairs in
All of the damage done inside their head
All of the lies that they have been fed
Made them believe the enemy
Crippled in depression and anxiety
Jesus
your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
ahaha, talk to y'all niggas, yessur, hey
My best friend say I'm bottled up, I need a fucking therapist
But I can't think of nobody I wanna share this
ahaha, talk to y'all niggas...yessur, hey
[Verse 1]
My best friend say I'm bottled up, I need a fucking therapist
But I can't think of nobody I wanna
I've done and what I became
Caught up in living my life in the fast lane
Blinded by lights, cameras, you know the fame
I don't know the reason why I
, it's all gone sour
Listen Jesus to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
So come on, come on, listen to me
Ah ah
Come on,
Still fuck them niggas
I know the lane nigga
I know the pain nigga
I know the fame
Still fuck them niggas
Shh, nigga
Yeah, we chillin' with them
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
where's the bitches?
This crazy boss just fucked up the
Game word to the clippers
My enemies bitch got her face
Right by my zipper
Tequila is laced, give me
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