Lyrics:
the devil always show up when you're not lookin'
That's why I'm doing God's work
I'll hook 'em with the scripture
Then bring it all to life so everyone can
I'm pained by all of these periods
Where morals are running delirious
It's our dream, out of radius
I'm letting off kites over barriers
I'm
da, da, da, da
Da-da-da, da, da, da, da
Well, look what the stork brung (what?)
Little baby devil with the forked tongue
And it's stickin' out
and
Can't follow your lesson
If a seed's sown, you make sure it's known, you make sure it's grown
If you God, then save your own, don't mentally enslave
& Best-friends
I work hard to be secure.
Love is the source
Connect to the ether
I too do Desire
Help
Can't do this all by my self
I ain't sacrificing health
Self
I get a little weak sometimes
Teach me the way, night and day
Oh, I'm under pressure, man, I'm under pressure
Been tryna walk it out I keep ended
the work of god
A mental breakdown disguised as spiritual rebirth
Satanic symbols strewn across the walls in blood
From the gutters of the street filled with
ta' figure out the jist of this!
God saved and forgave me I ain't have ta' work a lick for this?!
And you might just trip on this'. aside from these
behavior
At first we seen it subtle, now niggas display it major
They goin' out they way like they doin' Satan a favor
And gamble with they life like
ima God
Can't relate so you pissed
World so abundant
One day I'll be rich
Chill by myself with my girl
Or the homies
Had to drop few cause
They be
tryna box me out
They tryna lock me out
No, no, no
They wanna bring me down
I had to change my route (yeah)
God's hand on me ain't nobody that can
posers
Saying there's a cure acting like Ne-yo tryna get closer
When it comes to mental health it's something I can figure out all by myself
Cause if I
Mess with your mental
I know your birth plan didn't pan out like you wanted
But look what we got from it
Scared to death, I can't imagine how you feel
Been a sinner for a while now
All of Your forgiveness
I might not deserve it
Sort of known to wild out
Okay to let your flaws show
Nobody is perfect hard
the work
And maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God, I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
And I'm a handsome son of a bitch
I'm gonna
Now if you're white you can trust the police
but if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don't make a false move and keep
stand on his own two feet
Got a strong business mind, straight out the streets
He gotta have security, power and wealth
Cause I can do bad by my God
Life will work out
How he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
He screamed "lazy"
Fuck I want you
Tried to get a job
Block
the work
And maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God, I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
And I'm a handsome son of a bitch
I'm gonna
kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
And, uh, do
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front work out, gotta get it right
down, and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
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