Lyrics:
Turn it up a little bit more
Myammee
Yes, ma'am
Chile, this what being loved
For who I am in Christ look like
You feel me?
Let's go
This what it look
know them niggas ain't gon' die for you
I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin'
I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me
Now I'm wifed up,
a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I'm way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by
They look at me and say you need to leave
Cancel, cancel, cancel that's what they do
Attacking anybody who speaks the truth
You better not disagree with
Got me feeling right
You know you the vibe
Let's walk through the night
Let's go see some lights
You be by my side
You know you so fine
Got me
smells
Honestly could've been way worst
Could've been sitting in jail
You thought that I would fail
But through all that I prevailed
And you thought that
but it was taken by their evil
We need to take it back and share, make it really equal
I believe in god, but you make me not want to
With the gods
and done even I don't like me
He live in the gym and his hair stay faded
Late model car so they think he made it
He's Christian, he gave his life
But he
Dear white Christians
As you lay your head in bed
You can hear the sounds go off in the distance
Sounds that sound similar to the way they did 300
Yeah, that's some good weed
You could tell by the look on my face
Ain't no way to hide that I smoke
And it smells as good as it taste
It's like Kush
forgiven
You were made inside His image but we all look different
Same God, same love, you can call me christian
There's a reason why I changed I just hope
What you mad at me for? Luda
Is it 'cause I got houses on every coast?
Or that I'm on that Forbes list
Makin' rich rappers look broke?
While they're
your mothers purse"
You can't count that, that was way back when,
"It's still a sin"
But I was ten,
"You robbed people, stolen"
Yea, and you made me
like that (yo)
You're looking for truth
Oh, I got some answers man
So good to me, ah let's get into it
Let's go
Night and day, I ain't scared
living by faith
I thank You for the real ones that are walking with me
Making me good company
The fake ones too that show me what not to be
Keep my people
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
're moor than enough /
We came through like Hello; word to Othello
We taught em how to bathe you're moor than that
Look at all the stuff we gave
true)
I be walkin' these Givenchy's
You can't walk inside my shoes
(You can't walk inside my shoes)
Niggas left me by myself
They must have thought that I
time)
Money on my head, but its way too short (it's short)
You left me in jail, it was way too dark
Anytime a nigga see me, they gon' see stars (AR,
shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my
Cliche
Shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles
Hit the wicked ways
Gotta love me
G-O-D no one above me
Look up but fuck ugly
Techna
me, but rather with you
Uh, uh uh
From now on we're doin' things my way
I treat this track like it's Daytona, I'm too lethal for the highway
Good luck
see through her demons
She said that she's Christian but she do not mean it
I think she lukewarm by the way she know Jesus
Cutting off my right hand so
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