Lyrics:
rubies and diamond rings
Well established businesses
We go to church and pray to God for forgiveness
The hope of the gospel
Believing the Lord listens
To pray 'fore he's in the after
Don't get captured by this revelish rapture
I'm the body snatcher
Scarecrow hoe don't get me snow
Let the damn MAK-90 go
The gospel of fallen angels heading
Below the Earth's surface
A sermon written by the
CIA for Catholic churches
I make you look back on your
Life and think
me
But we keep it gully, dirty, and cruddy
It's best you peep the
Knowledge, and study, study, study!
Go in reverse, do a drive-by backwards
And ya
puszki
Nie ma chuja by się skurczyć ani się zatłuścić
Chlam koktajle wrzucam gainer czasem Arganinę
Jeszcze suple se ogarnę będę skurwysynem
Robię biceps
are slow so
Just listen every line by line lemme finish
Yo
Pizzagate politicians man who we kiddin'
They want us wearing dresses if
We rapping for
ready to go, tryna feel somethin'
Feel somethin'
The biggest expense at my funeral
Will be the DJ
All my favorite songs cut together on replay
Everybody
silver no jewelry no julzie yo
Reborn I'm Jesus' son of God burning explode
Unfold supernova glow won't go even if yo won't
Won't go without my soul Master
can I go to heaven, I'm like why you asking me
Jesus the one that lets you in just like a master key
Only one sin is unforgivable, that's blasphemy
a game in my vein
[Verse 1: Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
a game in my vein
[Verse 1: Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars
Uh huh, yeah, I represent Da Circle
This go out to Fuzz, the Jake, po-po
One time, them boys
Haha, better known to y'all as the beast
Yeah, uh huh,
This is ghetto gospel, we gotta politic
Riot quick, pull out the guns and body shit
I don't give a fuck who you go and get
Its Black Child
Two thousand miles of blacktop
One hundred medium coffee cups
Seven lonely sunsets
That could almost make you cry
Late night gospels
in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars
by the bottles the bottoms are making their rounds
In my house is a cloud that I breathe in
Demons
Wanna sneak a peek in
To my peace and
Wanna reach in
her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell ‘em I
it was from a dream- I was awoken
Why not go take a step forth from a set back
So we could stop looking and start seeing
Its by faith we gon make it
my flute while I sing these takes
This is gospel Jesus drank wine as well
I'm not a preacher but maybe I'm designed to help
Don't wanna say that I'm
'signer, 'signer, 'signer
I don't want no off-brand, you know I need quality
Love is based in equality
Fuck that reverse psychology
I go through hella
a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
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