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crashing
I thought long and hard, after that accident
Why would God allow this to happen, again
Jesus is my best friend, and I still fall into sin
And I

I can't sit still
But when you're next to me, tryna sleep
I won't even move a muscle
I know it's hard for you to start to dream

It's too hot in here

order by wolves in sheep's clothing
Word to the Father, I was made for these moments
Woe to you pastors misguiding the flock
I feel nothing but deep

of worship is at risk
They think they want cheese so they don't trust none of the Pastors
They don't trust he skin
But when they wear these chains I never see

I remember them cold nights in November
When your mama wanted us home
By dinnertime in the wintertime
And you would stay wearing my sweaters
Acting

Lord knows
I've been working hard
But I can go harder
Baby This is just the tip
I mean the start
What you thought
Tell me What it is
Just don't tell

the rhythm so hard knocked all the rhymes out
Buried underground but it's time for us to climb out
Find out what I can teach you in the meantime
Metaphors

I'm cold by nature cause I'm from Michigan, eughh!
I worked hard for the money, conned figures too
I put it all on the line, caught fingers blue
I stall

Imma make it serve me with purpose
I’m bless by the best
GOD gave me strength
Money power
Came with the rep
Love my effort
I’m not to be F with
All off

He takes pills
For the condensed happiness
He always will
'Cause they told him
He's depressed
He'll get by
Picking stones up from the ground
He'll

of how hard
I've been working
Put the keys in
This shit got it unlocked
' Watchu calling me for ?
H2o in my glass
Yeah we lit ..
Money on my wrist ..
( Yah

before, lime to lemons
My tabernacle got a referee in it
The pastor be preaching for 48 minutes
Double the offer, the spirits replenished

Pull up to church

buck-toothed fuckers got no style
I’m not into that clique sucking dick for some profile
No talent don’t come in syringe
They don’t know what art is, only farts

Everything she got she had to work for it she had to earn it
Book smart street smart everything she know she had to learn it
Ask me to make this song

You heard me nigga
This bitch right here a curvin' nigga
You can play it Wednesday
You can see by Thursday nigga
Walk around and take some
I split

the money shorter
What make you get it by any means you broke the rotor

Troubled water troubled water, troubled water
I oughtta stick a knife in your neck

Hey people what's my name
Drive another mother
Fucking church insane
Picketing myself cuz
My shits so lame
Bet your mother fucking
Pastor wanna pick

a fucking drumstick
You would think we in the stu the way I let this drum spit
You would think we in a dojo by the way this drum kick
And my niggas ride

Unlock my wallet. Bill money. I was plotting to play
But paper falling from the ceiling, she ain’t stopping. Bands popping all around
My surroundings I’m

Don't Stop

Beanie Sigel

The Boy Is Back in Town

Sicker than your average
Money too long, can't stash it
In the closet or the mattress
Paper, stretch like elastic
Checks from advances, the bank can't

Scholarships

Future

What a Time to Be Alive [LP]

2015

I wake up on a daily basis
I count this money up, I'm already rich
I go so hard with these riches
I fell in love as a dodie
I fell in love with

Drought Season

E-40

Federal

1994

the drought season it's too hard to get by
Niggas be runnin' off with D gafflin' muthafuckas, startin' at chances
'Cause a nigga's mail ain't to muthafuckin'

done built this shit, Its brick by brick it's built by brick
I was moving dope, This and that, Tic for Tac (Ugh)
Y'all was moving O's, I suppose we can

BENZ this is what it is (is)
I get it how I live (live)
Imma grind hard the only way for me to live
(live) got hustle in my veins (veins)
I feel it