Lyrics:
Of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her
Now she's tellin me to visit, who else is home?
I check the house before I bone, so we all alone
After I
2329, Carolina buckin'
Shot a pussy nigga in his face, Miss Connie ain't say nothin'
Every time I'm in the section, pull up, and bless her with
Lord I ask that you can guide the body I put this chain on
It’z hard to close my eyes from problems I got my name on
I remember cryin’ for the opp
the snakes I keep on learnin
But I gotta bless the Lord, cause all these blessings keep on comin
Find that play after play, cause I'ma have to keep on thumbin
dream
I could see some bad peeps
Killing for the cemetery
Lord help me out when I pray
Have mercy, bless me
Shield me with your grace
I see no reason why
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
Drunk DJ
Just like the Israelites
But lord of we seek you
And your righteousness
You will lay everything out in your way
Lord this a dream he been dreaming
Since
me at first
But now my conscience is free
I ask the lord to give me strength
And bless the hood
And keep these fake motherf**kers out my life for good
used to bother me at first
But now my conscience is free
I ask the lord to give me strength
And bless the hood
And keep these fake motherfuckers out
there
Because He didn't kill you for all the sinful acts that you committed
But he justified you
God bless me with this song, it simply speaks the life
Jesus I need you
Need you to lead me into the things that you have for me
Lord be my strength through this day that I can not take
I was made for you
I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers
Down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was
and declare that Jesus is Lord
Most times I console myself believing you're with God
And knowing you deserve a better place than this wicked world
Rest in
and we ain't second either
Need to get up and get out and cut that bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch house
The lack of makin'
all the blows in the octagon
Go full T3ch 9ine, put a rock up on ya
Got no seatbelts when I Chaka Khan
This whole things held by me oh my
Me oh my I'm
nights
Heating up the house up by the stove
Walk in any store now, buy anythin' I want
Most of these rappers be lyin' to win
While me and my niggas been
fancy flavor
My strange behavior led to an outburst
The night felt good but the day got worse
I thought I was alone, slim Tre the stowaway
With
fancy flavor
My strange behavior led to an outburst
The night felt good but the day got worse
I thought I was alone, slim Tre the stowaway
With
Sometimes I wonder why we did this shit
Lord Forgive these sins
If ignorance is bliss, Why we duckin pigs n shit
I'm crusin' through the city lit
you long enough
I want everything that's meant for me
Don't go messing with my energy
I want everything that's meant for me
I know all this here was
I got master plans one fails anotha in my hand
I can be what I wanna be Nas told me in 2003
I'm a g $peeeezy married to everything luxury
Fancy is
ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I
what's before ya eyes then see if you see
The same real as we, when I say Smif-N-Wessun
This is what I mean, nothin' alive of rid dreams
Could never
to this, how could you know?
The door slammed shut, her children go
To whatever life they've found
Underneath the stars, what's it going to be?
In the house
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