Lyrics:
with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Young, the boy might go nuts
Whole sale niggas just like donuts
Creme be crispy
the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me
Know what I’m sayin
Can’t forget to talk to God my nigga
Know what I’m sayin
Yeah
Ya boy glew’ed up and reached new levels
Brand new heights I ain’t
have something I'd like you to see
Fly with me
Fly with me
I don't really have a broom
I have a fife
You'd have to ask my wife
About the fife
I don't
crazy
Glock19 this bitch is damn
Should have brought the Fn
I just caught him with his friend
Mob shit get the racks
Bet dem boys talk get up witchu
Bet
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
valuable
And they not valuable because they got a whole lot of money
Or 'cause somebody, think they sexy
But they valuable 'cause they been created by God
come kick it with Styles P
The truth when it comes to this rap shit
We ain't come here for the chit chat
Kill all the yappin', let's, let's, let's
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
God knows I know no better
Easy to say that I can talk
I can talk
You know more than you think you know
Your DNA is pulsed by stars
Reveal
Talk Have a little Talk with God
I need that feeling Have a little Talk Have a little Talk with God
We all need salvation Have a little Talk Have
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)
Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line
(Devil's claw) and his demand
Don't egress from GOD's plans
Keep holdin' on, bear with me
Give all stress to His hands
Keep holdin' on, bear with me
I'm sick
how I 8 things?
Haaaa
I ain't even gon keep going with that
Whoa
Whoa
Bullshit
Let's talk about
Aye
All your bullshit
Let's talk about
Let's talk about
If you roll with G-O-D, go and throw it up, hold it up
Sip the holy water, we gon' pour it up
Getting real high with the spirit, we ain't rollin' up
how I live
In the southside, I'm thuggin'
With my cow hide
I'm fresh when I come outside
You talk shit get hog tied
God know I know these niggas
how I live
In the southside, I'm thuggin'
With my cow hide
I'm fresh when I come outside
You talk shit get hog tied
God know I know these niggas
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Every night I talk to God but he don't say nothing back
I know he
cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Every night I talk to God but he don't say nothing back
I know he
mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Every night I talk to God but
alive today
He'd be incarcerated
With the rest of the brothers
While uh
The devil would have a great apartment
On the upper east side
Be a guest
on God, though (yeah)
Talk slick, move quick like a macho (Uh)
Where have you, huh? Back with my eyes closed
(What? Wow)
You can't fuck with me, yeah, I
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