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just average as fuck 
Now I’m mad that I hit, let me have my lil’ fit
John Cena can’t see me when I’m in the zone
Hot headed as fuck, there’s no climate

Hands in your pocket that's a scam, isn't it
Merican, there's no stopping all those brands, dripping
I just want bags, God
Fly so high, don't pray

Hey
Sway
This-a way
That-a way
As-salamu alaykum
Wa alaykumu s-salam
Got your bitch up on her knees
Beggin' please like I'm God
Ain't no pork up

my thoughts going fluid 
He got fired from the pulpit cuz of hand job movies 
Now on to the charismatic and fantastic Bishop
This n**** so foul that he

Yeah
Everybody wanna be great
But it's not easy
But one man had it right
In John 3:30 it say's
He must increase, but I must decrease
If you wanna be

we pray Amen
Whole time I thought you would get taken out  by crooked cops
Not a faulty heart that I gave you tryna stop
So many meets you would think

Grandma touch that sky alone

Cuzo been through shit
He been through hell
Won't let him fry alone

I won't let you slide alone
Side by side
Won't die alone

When my hands forgot to pet you
I miss you waiting by the door
Your joy when we came home
And your sorrow when we left you

Brown-eyed boy I miss you
My

the source
Planning the future is hard, leaving the past is way harder
Maybe now I've been scarred but at least I'm way smarter
I need only me and God

Wee Willie John McFadden was
A loyal Orange Prod
Who thought that Ian Paisley was just
One step down from God
He thought they ate the children
In

is faux
Extended clips

Many different foes
We not playin
Shots brand
How your block brand

My I'm sayin
God's hand
Knowin' he coulda stopped Satan

Baby I'm blessed
God in my chest
Baby I'm blessed
My shooter a make you a target for less
If KD go Harden I go Ron Artest
Y'all niggas Ron Burgundy
Me

by John Hoover
Are nightmares infiltrating the streets like Fred Kruger
Best to stay awake, the black cougar
Moves below radar, let dead rappers tell

Tellin your friends I was weak
And you was never makin a sound i'm a king
You can tell by the shape of the crown
I can sling
Ain't no bird-brain makin me

my hand is lookin' strong
And I ain't done tryin' to
Write more songs than songs
Thank God that I'm alive
Praise 'em up they long crash landed in

with my bestfriends Father Son and Holy Ghost

So 1st John chapter 2 verse 8 talks about darkness 
Passing away and the true light of God shining forth

follow Me. And I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand."
John 10:25-28 NKJV

me to path from astray
God how I call me by you name
Name dropping Jesus, Joseph and Marie
If I should die before I wake
I pray to the power for my

Obligatory interlude I break it up to make this shit palatable
Every line gettn misconstrued you give em tough bars you gotta let em chew
God forbid

like Glottis
Hot rod god shit
Chron'o'johns out of porta potties
Red paint feint for the cherry choppers
Halfpenny operas
Back and bigger than breadboxes

Learn from street staying on street 
Whatever we did we did it by ourself 
I have 3 humans in me 
My scene is changed 
But it's not good its bad

Yeah I'm no reverend but preach the resurrection
Light skinned complexion hairline like John Legend
Focus one direction preaching to my bredren

paint you a picture in your mind
I would start by
Painting a backdrop of all the good memories in your life
Next I would outline
God's hand on your

this motherfuckin' game!

When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them
Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them