Lyrics:
The drinks were two for one
Inside the crowded bars
The girls would make their run
Out on the boulevard
It was the idol place
We lived the ways
cool
I see them always ask how do you make it
They don't know God is not James
He keeps His promises
Pick up yourself and make sure that you're moving
his thoughts in
Closes the door cause he don't feel like talking
In a way he's ashamed
Wanted a kid that did all the same things that he always did
In
better
Man it's summertime fever, man his head match the weather
A Glock 17 to match the all black forces
The way he running down on niggas make you think
what a fine
three days of golf he has had.
The always charming Champion is now taking time to
high five a young spectator and the boy,
the boy is
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
Bright right on his forehead, awakened by the lime
Tryna fight utmost dread, "everything is fine", he said
No sweat, as he made his way to dine
No
brightest days
Know that he will make a way and soon the sun will shine again
Know that he will make a way and soon the sun will shine again
Know he'll make
I'm tryna make disciples everyday we tryna baptize
He always with me everyday, even when I backslide
Talking to my God while demons tryna get me tongue
funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just
I was blind
Now I count my blessings
Count my blessings
Wonder who will provide
Love is always with you God is by your side
Fear then we hide
What we
Clay
My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed
That nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor
He can't handle shit, that nigga went down
Goin
proud I made you
My life is yours, my soul I gave you
I don't know if I'll do good enough (he's by your side)
And we both know the hood is rough (right
proud I made you
My life is yours, my soul I gave you
I don't know if I'll do good enough (he's by your side)
And we both know the hood is rough (right
at you
I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- about a metaphor actually
Uh, you spoke on the ground
What you mean by that, what the ground
and you know
The way he appreciated
All of his opportunities that he has like
To just being in America and being able
To create and I told
Him he had to arm
evil
Its more about the money and way less about the people
Tearing down the bible, cause they follow what they make up
Praying for redemption, but where
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
he strives to make a change
Slow his brain from 100 on the freeway
Ease the pain and the brakes or watch your fate disintegrate
My mind always playing
I found some way to trust, to give everything (huh)
(He, he) no one can fuck with me, by believing
Black rider on the wind, the howling wind
He is
I found some way to trust, to give everything (huh)
(He, he) no one can fuck with me, by believing
Black rider on the wind, the howling wind
He is
got the keys but as we learned
All them politics niggas was doing for years
Obama couldn't make America great, 'cause he
Couldn't be him, to be who he
'll always help you see
You're wiping your slate clean
Take it step by step
Day by day
Cause He always has a way
To make your path straight
You see everything
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