Lyrics:
faith
More spiritual when these dudes were living life straight
Which I found ironic 'cause the pastor didn't see him the same
He said my cousin was
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
So many good reviews off of Bastard
I celebrated
Getting masturbated by my pastor
Now he's in a plastic, on the kitchen table
Near a bowl of Lucky
it how it go
Real faceless man sin cara
Now I'm back around like it's karma
Karla, UB2 with some apnars
Still
Keep my faith like gurdwaras, pastors
Yo,
P is for power nigga you know about that
I eat and devour niggas, you talking bout rap
Spoon full of dope, every ball to the point
You need a little
Dedicated! Free my nigga Meek Mill!
D6!
I walk inside the strip club
Buy what I want then I go hey
All this snow up in my house
These bitches call
Nigga, I'ma up the score
Every day, fuck different hoes, switch a bitch up every show
Treat a bitch like Pastor Troy, but, baby, I ain't your average
mouth full of Communion
Scorned by lukewarm kind it's time you've been
Warned the storm formed now find refusing
verses
They quotin Sin
They focus in
Study every verse
Pastors preach all my bars in church
Collection plates be full as fuck
Pulpits erupt
From my
of heights
Riding round with two Glocks
They both the newest gen'
Up in Neiman's, fanny full of shit
I got some blues to spend
Heard he wanted hit-on-hit then
Riding round with two Glocks, they both the newest gen'
Up in Neiman's, fanny full of shit, I got some blues to spend
Heard he wanted hit-on-hit then why
glove
There is no puppy love between you and her
It's just nasty stuff, he just wants to nut
All she wants is just some Mac D
A Special order delivered by
is the new club and wine is the new bub
And lies is the new drugs
My sister the next stripper, my brother the next victim
My usher the next tricker
Ay yo, French, you engineered this
That's what you're screamin' when them shells hit you For the love of God, better hope he there with you
Niggas
[Intro]
I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on
Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he
But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina,
every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is
every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is
a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
favorite liquor
Always gotta swisha... right by her bed
I smoke that while she givin me head
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
She know she can't afford it
with the Knicks
Flyin on a brukler, bucket full of bricks
Last night club, fuck it, where the bitch
Cuz money in the field but I fuckin with the 6
Words
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
soothes the lion's fur
Meek as a lamb he follows her
Wherever angels are
Sing me something
I asked the ice it would not say
But only cracked or moved
actions pouring back to stone minds
Capture stories of a relapsing boy he's lacking home ties
Practicing pastor Troy we throw up more rhymes
Southern images
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