Lyrics:
I swore to God and called him pops
I'm really eager to drop some bars and get some money
Ten rand a day, I buy some bread and fill my tummy
My life in
on the tip
Then I spit in her mouth, that's my thang
I just want money and gold, fuck the fame
Pimpin' exclusive call me Daddy T
I got like 3 bitches
I sold em
My God, Oh My, Oh My, Oh My God
Dear God
I hope you got the letter, and
I pray you can make it better down here
I don't mean a big reduction in
of time
There's no reason for my rhyme
Come little darlin' sit by me
c little bit o' knowledge gonna' set you free
I look long and hard little girl
But
and back, back and back and back and back, God was trying to pull me out
Drinking and smoking and drinking and smoking, you can hear my voice
I was drinking
know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
God got my back so
Lil Boosie keep his mind at ease
And God kno I kno
That somebody gon hate on me
But
get the lips on your
Pussy swole playin' that pussy role
I got bars like phone car reception
But stay strapped like back packs, gat black
Biggie Smalls
talkin' if I let her
But I slapped her in the mouth and put my dick in for pleasure
Then she started actin' erotic
And got excited
Story done changed
Took all my pride
Now I got everything need
I pray on my knees
For the Queen
That's by my side
Sideee yeah
Yeah she's by my side
Only trusting God
I'm
left and that had me too far gone.
But thank twice and bounce back, cuz I returned a boss.
Reevaluated. Game elevated.
I used to pull up to my morning
limits on my God
The One
I'm not putting limits on my Lord
The King
I'm not putting limits on God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God
I'm not putting limits
excellent
Plus he gas me up, like I'm up
Feeling high, like a bird
Biggest fan, my support
And I'm running back for more
He stay by my side, he's always by my
can't compete
Pussy nigga check my physique
I'm a freak, made 3 albums in 6 months
I'm so unique, I'm elite
I'm prestigious, got two hoes in the same
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
night she made enough to pay tuition
Tonight she tryna make it back with interest
She counting up and stacking to the ceiling
Make sure her money in
when
I got back it was this chicken
Special that Coach and LL make
Shit was great! Also made my own
Rice and noodles with it and
Put it on a tortilla
on one time
Got nothing but success on my mind
Oh my god
(Oh my god)
Oh my, god
She said
Oh my god
Oh my god
In the spot
Oh my god
What you got
Oh my god
, thank God
You was thinkin' I was down for the count
You were way wrong
Dead wrong, dead wrong
I was there when the scripts got written
Now I'm back for
the afterlife
I tell her slob on my knob
Like its corn on the cob
She keep goin' oh my god
And my broad is so bad I can't hit from the back
All my favourite girls
the afterlife
I tell her slob on my knob
Like its corn on the cob
She keep goin' oh my god
And my broad is so bad I can't hit from the back
All my favourite girls
my soul
Mehn I can never be alone
Always visiting a homie
Cause I hate my home
My family got my back a hundred
Though I'm doing nothing
Deserving
Blessings
I thank God for that, yeah
I got some food on my plate, thank God
I got some money in the bank, thank God
My whole family straight, thank God
I
[Chorus]
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody f**k with me
God got my back so
Lil boosie keep his mind at ease
And god know I know
That somebody
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