Lyrics:
killed was a tip top son to someone
And I can't help but think about his wife and four sons
Contravene the order of peace
For the regime
And the orders
you
Whatever you face, know He is right behind you
We are His children always
He gives us strength to stand
With love and power to withstand temptation
Blizzy just called from his crib
Now we headed up Brooklyn headed up Brooklyn (Ay)
Sleeping on the couch fuck a bed
In his room with the goons
Now me
will turn his world upside down
When a man falls in love
His heart is on fire
It'll blaze through the night
And burn like daylight
When a man falls in
ready to leave
A note in his hand to a lover torn
Broken hearted couldn't take anymore
And she didn't laugh, didn't even speak
She just took his hand,
the builder hammer tucked (Ok)
Can we fix it nigga betta duck
Yes we can gettin blood on the Vans
Damn Dan what the fuck was that
Shot him in his mouth cuz he
of James Evans
He had a bass in his voice that would make everybody else tremble plain and simple
Used to wear them big trucker hats and blue khakis (when he
like God is faceless
Am I on His waitlist, will he show His Greatness
Losing hope in Love, Kindda feel I'm on his hate list
Tears in my eyes as I write
woah woah
He aint learn his lesson
choppa say his grace and deal his blessings
midnight my complexion
nothing good will prosper, on my weapon
nigga
keep his foot on y'all necks mayne
Keep his music going and going and going
A real real talent real real to the core mayne
Nothing changing
Go ahead
not no fuckin trump supporter
I’m just making rap great again
America’s not great again
So why is that his slogan
I don’t really fucking know
I think he
the wraith i hit sport with a switch
Fuck driving by we hop out with them sticks
Banging my gang he say wep bout the clique
Get out his body we test his
they take his wallet
Then give me your wallet
While they top me off like gas tanks
Massaging problem areas
Then we find some shade like mascara huh
not wanna go in
But you kept on actin stupid
Now the bitch cryin again.
When and told his friends
Dry snitching again
Boy you is a opp
Prolly working
Slow steps in the dark
A stick tapping at the stairs
A male shape with a lot of flair
He's walking up to me
The wooden boards yield
His breath like
God made you in His image
Don't let anyone tell you you're less
You should know that you're beautiful
'Cause you're the beauty of God on earth
You're
When you're feeling solyent green
Or need a little lift
Get a little Charlton Heston
Nodding sagely from a GIF
His smile is so familiar
He knows what
will rise in vain
And delay your rest again
You will eat the bread of pain
But his beloved has sleep from him
See the LORD our children grants
His
all around us
His love, Oh oh oh...
Love is all around us, Oh oh oh...
Coquitlam is the place where I live
All of the brothers and sisters live in
Not only gettin the crowd hype when i'm on the mic
It's using my gift to get it goin
Using it to speak his name that's what i'm knowin
And what i'm
Yeah ik she do it cuz she bad and fluent
Imma hold your word to kill his ass Like the movie
Chop his hands off if he come with The bullshit
Chop his head
Tigerlily River where the boy he learned to fly
With deepening awareness and a glint upon his eye
And the Angels came down from Nashville
And they
covered
By his feathers
Under his wings
You will be safe
Crystal clear
Crystal clear
The Lord is my light and my salvation
Whom shall i fear
Thy word is
outfit
Lookin' true bohemian
I saw him hangin' out
Hard on his own lana do
Babbled tryin' a spill
"Hey, wanna some shindig, yo?"
Gold diggers 'round his
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