Lyrics:
Too dope might leave your nose running
No cap no cut that's me alone buddy
Credit looking great why BMO love me
Lil white boy no white man CEO budget
I
to get paid
Stack a couple plaques, get a house and live safe
Piss some white folks, ‘cause my nigga I’m great
Sipping with your bitch, gettin’ head by
Lives - sacrificed
2 for your god and 1 for your master
Faith - in the dark
Heed to your maker's temptation
Master - calls from the abyss
Martyr -
soil be tilled
And our bellies filled
Let our hearts be healed by the Maker’s hand
see blood, I'm like a Great White
Catch you slippin' on a late
Night and it's no bark, straight bite
Watch you bleed out as reality
Starts to sink in
show business one of Indiana’s great is screaming
Mhm mhm
Excuse me
Do me a favor. By the end of the day I need 40 more haters
Winning on my neck so I
was a Farmer, Blacksmith, Carpenter, Clock Maker/Repairer, and a great church worker at the Russell Union Church. He built his own house and was very
wishes, happens; and what He does not wish, does not happen; and there is no power and no strength except by Allāh, The Most High, The Incomparably Great
I
does not wish, does not happen; and there is no power and no strength except by Allāh, The Most High, The Incomparably Great
I know that indeed Allāh is
with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw
and just like your diet bro I wouldn't wanna
Try your flow so please just go
Because you do not know what it takes be great and grow
Until you have something
where I've been just look at my hands
Yeah I've driven by the white house and spent some time in jail
Mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail
I
steppin' onto our land
Lookin' to stop her from drownin' in
Flame the mountains of man
Instead I bet she'll get it
Done with holy water
And by the end I know
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
Wrapped in white
dresser drawer
Less is more, live by that motto
Watch the blessings poor
Toured every city
Every state in America
Hit Europe up
Saw the world issa miracle
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still
Feel like a pastor
Gotta live like JOB through the good and bad
Gotta live like JOB All praise to my dad
Since I turned away from sin
I got the devil
effected
By yo actions
And yo actions
Only acting
On yo thoughts
Who you think you are
What you wanna be
How you wanna live
When you gone be free
When
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white
By the shores of gitche gumee,
By the shining big-sea-water,
At the doorway of the wigwam,
In the early summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited.
By the shore of gitche gumee
By the shining big-sea-water
At the doorway of the wigwam
In the early summer morning
Hiawatha stood and waited
All
on
And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
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