Lyrics:
This composition is my prophecy
I hope it's heard
I spend my days and nights
Not knowing if it strays in flight
Gon' finally catch me
Leaving my foes
girlfriend's up in heaven so we're doing long distance
I been praying every day, but the angels never listened
So like Nike I just did it, only God was my
And they have no rest
Day or night
These worshipers of the beast and its image
And whoever receives the mark of its name
LGBT
In
This pride we do believe
In
I ain't tryna chase, tryna get to third base
'til I hit a home run 3, 2, 1, we safe
Damn she a looka, ran outta liquor
Sweet-sweet pusha, give me that
visit's because it would become
The topic of my day and by the
Time we spoke later that day
The argument was so amplified in my head
That I couldn’t wait
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
release a mixtape every six days
Sit back with a six-pack while the shit plays
Get my dick sucked by six babes
And still have enough spit in me to donate
or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts
entangled ties
We're performing plots angels and demons did devise
Be grateful for the blessings you see in disguise
Sent from Heaven high up above or from
it on camera
Angel by day but during the night
She lowers her standards
666, come get your bitch
She riding with the clique
She's down with the shits
of grace
Bearing false witness, they condemned You to die
You, creator of the universe, the Almighty, the Most High
O, how could man have made such
the third world to America, where I bury the courage for eternity, with Nas in maternity
I ain't heard of ya
Pick it up, set it down, been around a couple
a Muslim, and not an idolater
O Allāh! By Your wish we have arisen this morning; and by Your wish we come to the evening, and by Your will we live, and by
You still won't have heard one-third
Of the words that would serve to describe Christ
And still I rhyme
'cause I believe what the text say
Trust
just throw it off)
(What's happening)
(Nigga we can throw it off nigga)
(We can throw if off)
(Two niggas 'bout to have
A fight, look, look, check it
eyes,
So rest for weary wings
And hang your halo high
When I'm gone I hope you realize
Above all of the thing you are
An angel in my eyes
I once
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
other right
(my other right) , your left appendage
There's a knot inside my gut that's
Growing faster by the day
So pardon my not showing up
To your
I still have the time for you
By time I mean I knock you on the head with a clock until you
Get the truth inside your brain
You might think you've
it to the fullest, 'til the day that I'm done
So hood where we live, if a niggas sold drugs
And he rich, mama still proud of her son
Daddy Fat
ain't no more time to chill
It's hard to live so I spit it like a camel in heat
It's easy to die these stakes is high we walk with our heat
No surrender
up, hit the cycle just passed third
I'm in a pickle in the middle I just want to be heard on
By anybody going through what I'm going through
If you
sent to me (sent to me)
From the heavens up high (heaven)
To make everything alright (heaven must have sent you)
And this is why I love you baby
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