Lyrics:
The truth has been sustained
If you know god
You will never know peace
“The lord is a jealous god, filled with vengeance and wrath. He takes revenge on all
use running away
Everything hurries to eat or be eaten, they say
Oh, Papa was right, nothing rates higher
The coolest of cool is grace under fire
Now that you've found your paradise
This is your Kingdom to command
You can go outside and polish your car
Or sit by the fire in your Shangri-la
Now that you've found your paradise
This is your kingdom to command
You can go outside and polish your car
Or sit by the fire in your Shangri-la
babe You can get my heart rate pump n
(Heartbeat sound)
And I want it more
Yeah
Babe you dance like it's yo last chance
You working for something
break in a house
(I just burned a bridge, I lit a village on fire)
(Kevin Gates rates, baby ion get tired)
Momma if you love me, why you kickin' me out
Ndiri chimood, mood mood (Chikhule chakosha)
Gandanga skiri chigevha (Sha)
Always alert muteyi weMbeva (Prrr)
Vabvunza rate I tellem whatever
Keya
number one we dey dey rate
Ayyyyy ahhh ayyyy
God send fire for their soul
Ayyyyy ahhh ayyyy
God send fire for their soul
Why you want to come and violate
the bank stop
Homicide rate gon' rise same day that this tape drop
I get a bark then I hit the lab
I get the room dark then I get to spaz
I see my soul
When I look around I see evil
Green pasture the innocent
These bastards is intricate
Not one of them is heaven sent
Everyday we walk on fire and our
no long talk
Puppa come and tell dem stop fire di glock
Inna no long talk, me nuh inna no long talk
Puppa come and tell dem stop fire di glock, hey
no fire
You know who you wanna be
But there's no path to make it look easy
And you're playing it cool
But you ain't fine
Here comes the only
down, put my soul in the fire
But we keep goin' higher, higher
Look, look
My granny 88, she had my uncle and then
A miscarriage back-to-back every
fraud
Seem like all of my bitches plastic
No, you niggas don't want smoke
Let's see who run it up the fastest
Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't
t'tromatt'
Et rate pas ton coup, rate pas les gens
Assistés des temps modernes et voleurs
Par tout les temps
Grand, les p'tit's bossent
P ta puis ils bougent
BANKROLL…
BANKROLLMAXX…
TO BE EXACT
I got skeletons all in my closet so I keep my closet shut
If you ain't raised the crime rate you couldn't fathom
You don't drive but you quick to book a flight though
At this rate you finna come in every time zone
You remind me of Janet back in '94
Any Time Any
match the rate
Pull up to my house i tell the shorty I flew outta state
She be trynna find me everywhere but is not the place
Bitch this is not the place
real are you fake
Heavy cube feet per second listen to this flow rate
Sitting in raindrops staring at a fire
Hoping the pain stops as the flames get
long days
I focused on my growth rate to make sure that I got paid
When spending money I'm hunting for the low rate. Can you give me a deal
I blaze
Backwood full of paigons
Come through the Woods
You're gettin' burnt, Cremation
(Bo-bow) we stay with the fire like
We're living with Satan
watching but they really always hide
They just want to up the death rate and make us suicide
They gonna tell us how to live life and teach us to divide
They
a small hit, The mail man Changed the pay route
Ain't got no more time in the day to Waste now
Lames always talking stories bout How they rate ya
I dun
Must of been loud broooo,
They would talk crazy,
Talking all wavey,
Till they see crowd ohh,
Now they wan rate me brudda don’t playyyy - me,
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