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Moses through a burning bush
Yahweh was shook when he turned to look
Because I sacrificed his son and I burnt his book
But still stayed holy as the hands

world like Aladdin
Lead by the spirit, we killing our flesh on the daily
Yeah I was addicted to trapping
Yeah I was a slave
Living in sin I was stuck in

you're in it
Then I rush to sleep
I talk , you listen
Girl I messed up
I know I get it
Can you hear me now ?
I've been holy ghosting
Heard you micro-dosing

Need a 8th I'm on 8th thats the hood Mudville I be lowkey
Blow by so fly cock back oh shit thats the old me
Had to squeeze another heat for the pare

think
Don't ask me do I wanna shot cause Ion even drink
Quit observing me come get to really know me
You walking by real slow you looking holy
I been

and slanging 
My squad is a Drum Line for how we be banging uhh
I'm talking damage you can't fix with a bandage
Who Maria gone Carey if she get Nick'd by that

lyrics
Yea attack of the bars
I was raised by the G code
The only laws I follow
I smoke till I'm hollow
She give me neck
She suck and she swallow
It's

the time when wickedness 
Is putting my mental thinking through negative phases 
Still I stay strong 
Meditation 
Lead by a blunt
Of runtz 
And followed

Do you take this woman to be your wife
To live together in holy matrimony
To love her, to honor her, to comfort her
And to keep her in sickness

Now how my niggas Flourish
Got to get it by merit,
So you mean we gotta hurdle 
All the objects you hurling 
No Fuck that I'm the nigga 
Gonna catch it

I've been betrayed by some
People that was close
You gotta watch your circle
It could even be the one you love the most
Don't believe 'em when they

jealous

Automatics hunnid rounds
And they fully loaded
Bitch we ain't scrapping
Get to blasting leave ya body holy
All my lil homies get it brackin'
Yea

things through Christ who strengthens
I don't know who needs to listen.
When in right I don't mind a fight
I am guided by an inner light.
I'm a beast

thing
The funky Filipino

Placing bets by the casino
I spit when I talk
OG like listen to oldies
I fold these green pieces of paper

I've been through

like wax
Before the Lord cause He's Holy
And it has to be nothing but pure reverence
By His wisdom and understanding He
Stretched out the heavens
Who can

right
Niggas know me as a plug that's right and I'm know for showing love oh yea
From hubbard to Coleman street 1150 be exact Pittsburgh
I got known by

habits

Cruising down 95, getting high, rolling up
Whenever you get lonely thats the time that you gon hit me up
Smoking thru the day and by the night we

old
Job's not finished
Job finished
The fuck
I don't think so
I'm Holy stepping, catch a body and some Louboutins
Niggas in LA tryna score, so I will

on her she love stress
She a bad vibe but she Iooks so holy
Spinning heads like a roley
Slowly
Wining waist she step closely
Got curves on deck like

depressed enough to take the whole thing
You know me, I'ma vent on every song slowly

Holy, my heart out my chest, I feel my soul leave
Baby, your love like

you ain't my man
I talk to him any I want, 'cause ion need his ass (Need his ass)
Even fully dressed I set the tone, by still showin' my ass (Show this

and surrounded by bitches
All of that talking you doin' I'm getting amused
Tell me a reason you snaking on brodie
Gun make you pray I'm not saying it's holy
Wanna

Pocket change
Ain't enough
Gimme brain
College rush
Wet paint, drying up
Still a saint, I ain't judge no
Still my angel
Holy grail
Straight from the manger

embodying this shit
Now let me body it
I just wanna live life to the fullest
Loss so many niggas that died by a bullet
Loss so many niggas that was lost in