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of the
Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark
times.
ARTHUR: Good idea, oh Lord!
GOD: 'Course it's a good idea! Behold! Arthur,
old block
So my niggas could see brighter days
Can't fuck a hoe she just give me the top
I come and she leave right away
You gotta make a choice
and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm one hundred like a fastball
It's Carter Four, yeah, ugh
(I'm going back in man, yeah)
We get fuck y'all money, how
why
I still feel the same way I did when I was 17
I still look over my shoulder waitin' for the world to change
But these are the good old days
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
I'ma send this out to the good old days (Good old days)
All the OG's who showed me gang (80's and the 90's)
All the music that got me through it,
no cold fries
Swear to God, I was cold
Need hot fives, take my turn
Stirring wheel, let's take a drive
Bro like Eli, so basically that mean I'm peyton
Staring at the mess, I'm ready for a switch
Every minute, every day is passing by
Hoping that we'd never have to wonder why
Stating, that I can't find
in the valley
Nothing's able to grow
'Cause the light's too low
Folks spend their days
Digging 'round for diamonds and gold
'Til they just get old
Look back on them old days, ain't have PTSD
Stop fucking with them lames, I'm on my way, girl, come with me
Ha, on my way, on my way
I could be on my
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
Heyy-yo, heyy-yo, we speedballin..
Livin by the grace of God
At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin
With no time to waste
get up, get up, get up
I'ma get up in your mind right now
Make you feel like dying right now
I'ma make you pray to God
To the good old Lord for
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
wealth, and even with good words
But if you turn away, then I fear for you the torment of a great day
To Allah is your return, and He is able to do all
the old folk home
Come on and go home with me mama
Mama. I am not riding in a long limousine
My car is not much good
But I got a good seat right by there
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
a sass-mouth your parody’s not funny
Apparently you ain't nothing but
Industry crash dummies
As long as the lord love me, I’m good
I could: be the best rapper
God's presence
Haunted by holiness haunted by grace
As they walked in the garden in the light of God's face
And everything was good. Very good in fact
great
Won't this be fun?
With dear old friends
Utterly sincere old friends
Honey, break a leg
Madame, good day
Enjoy your stay
Hope it extends
skin always win
Uh, and one day yea we gone see change man
But for now we gotta stick to the game plan
I never needed fame man
I was a Good Kid
In a Mad
or old their ain’t no comparing me
I just cleared that up
Moment of clarity, Uhh
Uh, I’m about to go almonds,
young head bussa, get your helmets
You
good ole days was still filled with holy acclaim.....
Preachin' for the souls of men and not for worldly fame.....
Under such old fashion preachin'
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