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Fake accolades
Worshipping what the pastor say
Overstepping the boundaries
Bound to conquer the alpha phase
I'm deep digging in camp green
Zero throw

get it right
It's gettin' hard I think I'm giving up the fight
For better days  to get that raise
To give my kids the finer thangs
But then I hear

I'm sahara in the am
Got news that my pasture got grazed down by ammunition
I tried convincing pastor to alter altars
He said slur It's God's plan in

50
Niggas cant even milly-rock
Without getting popped in my city
If you dont want ya body hard
Then body guard like Whitney
We die by the toast

once more
But it was fuckin' us up, oh God, shit was gettin' hard to afford (Oh God)
I was lucky to make it out, it could've been me at the port

Tell di pastor preachy my song
Say mi get di remedy give to my son
Know I got the enemies die for my voice
Know I got frenemies showing fake love
See

(whooo)
Was getting married to the game, but at the alter
I told the Pastor to hold up (uh uh)
It's hard to make a vow when your other half doesn't show up

The struggle made me who I am
I'll never take it for granted
Seeds that I planted, grow 3000 feet on this planet
I keep my advances
Peep the sheep

constant forever
Forever, I will cherish these moments until they become memories
Questioning... is this meant for me?
Divided amongst our dividends
Just

these niggas pussy for real, I'm lifting skirts up
And thongs to the side for real, these niggas squirters
They trying to judge the book by the cover, you

2g always in the mix
Like a whisk up in a dish
Any beat that will exist
Beat it up and then leave it for the fish
And I'm just here for my wish
When

NIBBZ not a minute go by that I don't think about you
You was always first to give it's hard living here without you
I've been tired of it all
Tired

the pastors. Them the ones that harass us. Claim they know God, but they the biggest frauds 



You niggas so hard.. got me screaming “oh lorddddd”
They fighting

Ayy, nigga, I done had enough
Brother told me, stay up off these niggas I ain't done steppin'
Left the monitor dead for three days, I had to send

lives determinated by this object
This green piece of cloth and linen,
Rich pastors pimp religion
Selling false realities for all we live-in

See I'm tryna put on for the bros
It ain't hard to run up not worry bout hoe
See I'm just tryna put on for myself
Staying patience never asked for da

She don't wanna be here
The money to good
Make it hard her for to leave
She don't wanna sleep here
The music to good
Make it hard her for to hear
She

eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand

Goddamn the boy's back
For pushing a mountain of snow caps

rocking with us
Got my thumb in her butt aint no love for these sluts
Yeah that four five is right  by gut
Xo is all in my cup
I'm gone get head in a Uber

cause I'm built for this
Painting these pictures see my colors
If I don't do nothing make sure I go and get some money
I work hard for what I got and you

Dem callin' me Mr. Bill Collector
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight
And if them runnin' off with me cash
That ass gonna have to pay the price
Dem

brick roads
What I be chasing
Tin man with no heart
Going too hard
Manifestations
On this road by myself
I don't need help
Hope I can make it
Consequences

Good Thing We're Rappin'

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

snucka?"
"It ain't too hard to figga
You call your nigga nucka, snucka means she-nigga
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers
Find

Where You Are

Cali Swag District

The Kickback

2011

religion you always stay true to me
That's money over women, but you got glued to me
I just want you back to light rooms with me
And in the back of my