Lyrics:
the keys to the kingdom
Light bulbs burn out, but I keep them
This is my zone (Move on)
Step out of the area, don't cross the barriers
Paramount essence
a sickness
But salvation kept me uplift
I'm just wanna pray for them
What I'm doing it for?
That my Lord may come to them
He's too merciful
Everybody images
guffaw, cross scenes
Never cross on the green, 'cause I ain't got to be nothing for you but me (but me)
From my 3B down to feet (to feet)
Can't fathom
yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a lil' 7:30 but it's 8:06
Ayyeee
For the bag I get it crack'n like potato chips
Why you hate me
Got another batch of la
No
best for me
Working the time til the end of me
Ain't supposed to be broke
Should have money by now
So I'm counting the days til my life turns around
Ain't this what y'all been waitin' for?
Man, stop playin' wit' God
Act like y'all know
It's God always or God no ways
(Hold up, Wop, you made this
how I talk, she think I'm from New York
But I'm really from Jersey, could tell by my walk
And my old ting just left me, I don't wanna talk
My old ting
raise your hand while I
Set the faiser to taiser
This is shock for you soul
A little rock and roll
Something to step to when you
Hit the block and stroll
in my chest
Smoke to the head a just try to forget
Sittin through all of the shit for appearance
Until the appearance start gettin too ugly
One day I'm
old, this a brand new vibe
That could pass you by (you by)
But if you change your mind, I'll be over there in less than five
Said I liked you and I never
old, this a brand new vibe
That could pass you by (you by)
But if you change your mind, I'll be over there in less than five
Said I liked you and I never
Industry rather pay hoes and shit
Fuck that shit and fuck this shit
'Til my account tells your girl hold my dick
I'm down, get back
What's that, click clack
my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that
No longer lettin' it ride, too much Jekyll and Hyde
Then you subtweet for weeks, busy settin' your pride
I'm grown, don't really need that sort
if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
on the cross
We, believing that he shed his blood for the forgiveness of our sins
His death, his burial, his resurrection, nothing else
That alone sets us free
My ambitions as a swiper
My ambitions as a swiper
(Helluva made this beat baby)
I can't deny it I'm a real swiper
Who goin' bid for bid with me
this song
This Broken Man needs to sing
How great thou art
Sings my soul my savior God
How great thou art
On that old rugged cross
You gave me
like I'm taking a test
I poor my heart into these lines and every single lyric
This is a message for anybody that needs to hear it
And I feel all I can
to flow
Another double entendre you ain't know
And every time i cross up they reaching bro
Stop reaching bro
Damn, always f*cking reaching
Too quick for
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
When I say I'm dead inside it's not a flex it's very vexing
Matter fact been longing for a genuine connection
Been restrained by this pain I wear my
wouldn't a popped y'all
Just for me to cop it one
So I had to be up
I'm going gradually up
Into the galaxy bus
Until I can't feel my lungs
I pass the family
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