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made my life further complicated
By the friends and relationships that I pick
Because I'm thinking
I'm thinking that like
Whatever I'm going through is
Think putting down my master plan is cool
I don't want to be you
Playing by the rules
Like I give two
Or got something to prove
I'd rather work hard
Yeah
Cypher
Black Flowers
We some Infinity stones
Hands up we snappin on bros
Dust off team wiping these flows
Yeah
We some infinity stones
Hands up
Built myself up i am strong & worthy
Shawty so sexy she pretty & curvy
I am a roadrunner 12 never heard of me
I turn the music up we getting sturdy
by any means
Anything, no matter fees, to get all amenities
This my remedy, you testing me, you testing longevity
Submit up to the king and I reign
make it out
What I mean to you, do I belong
I try to fight this but I know I'm not that strong
And I feel so helplessly
Watch my eyes are filled
Grandma's hands, strong and wise
Guiding me through the good and bad times
I'll never forget the warmth they bring,
Grandma's hands.
I try don’t think
Static reading
Shaking, moving,floating freely
My hands feel her heart beating
Like a song she sings to me
Saying baby
When I'm high
I'll say hi
me
Things are lookin up, reminisce bout the simple days
This that new song let it play, it go
If you from the from east coast hands up high
If you from
on the other
Shook my hand and smiled
"Merci, monsieur," I said
" De rien "
" And merci a votre femme, elle est tres gentille "
Giving up his other crutch
He
for switching my life up, sick and tired of the lies and b!tchin
inside I'm tied up, fused like dynamite
I might try to find her tie us right up side by
of us can imagine
Dust in our life is...is about to be lifted again
Deep in your heart you understand
I've already seen your hand
Holding your red shining
lifted and crowned me
These are just the feelings that I usually run away from
Sick and tired of wondering of when my day gon come
Burned many bridges I do
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs
lifted up
Above my enemies all around me!
Therefore I will offer sacrifices of joy in his tabernacle!
I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the Lord!
here praising God, that's why got my hands up
God's Spirit wash them demons off me
And You can never pay God cause salvation is free
I come from
I thought thar you'd want what I want
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise!
in your hand
Speak the word by faith and the devil is defeated
What you say can bring you down but by His word you are lifed
Speak the word
Speak
in your hand
Speak the word by faith and the devil is defeated
What you say can bring you down but by His word you are lifed
Speak the word
Speak
filled up bodies like hands from my physical
I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools
Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule
Frustration
the wind
To take the outstretched hand
Or to walk out into the unknown
Never dared to be cleansed by
The breeze from heaven
With my fist in the air
I
of this
You pussies invited me in it
Now my vitamins’ kickin in
And my vitals are lifted
Kevin Gates labeled me a great
By my title’s restricted blackberry
At this moment the end draws near
You have caved in to your fears
You've dropped your strong façade
And it shows who you really are
Kept this up for
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