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Yeah, I came out the Ville, house up in the hill
All this shit I'm speaking bout, I swear to God this shit is real
Walkin' down the block, I catch

Westfall

Okkervil River

Don't Fall in Love With Everyone You See

I'm surrounded, each doorway covered by at least twenty men. And they're going to take me and throw me in prison. I ain't coming back again. When I

really real he the one who saved me
I was made by Jesus Christ wasn't really no Big Bang
I'm the Big Christian Homie this is really a Big Gang
Had to turn

1800 Reasons 

Written by - Jeff Glasscock, Nick Hickman 

Produced by - Christian Santagelo, Jeff Glasscock, Nick Hickman 

Source - Whiskey Neat

powerful nostalgia
There's no one to put you back together
When creative genius back fires
We wept on the cherished steps
Of christian temple secretly by

The Art of Spiritual Purification

Nattefrost

Blood & Vomit

the house of hypocrisy
With the flames of Hellish Devilry
A gate made of Skulls
Thousand Christian Skulls
Shaped by the fires of Hell
Under his Imperial

But I'm not even half right
Was in a dark place
But then Jesus came and passed me a Flash light

So I just pulled up to his house and I Listened
Dang it

and cats
While babies meet a vaccum
Claiming black lives matter
But they keep you in the hood
While they're leaders buying houses
And your baby has no food

shoutout to Ross
I oversee the underestimation facing the boss
They seem to die every time by the chop of my blade
It's different levels camping at my house

I ain't tight
Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die if I ain't fire
Cut me up feed me to the roaches, let me rot if I don't rock
Let me

FN is tucked by my pelvis
Slob on my knob
And the bitch started belchin'
I got hoes in London, Sweden, and Belgium
762, see that boy, and they nailed

let me know
I'm an indigo child, we can handle extra
If you hear me right now, in the sky write me a letter
You can send it by bird, I got no problems

the retrospect
I ain't no architect
But you have to respect
A man that could live off The land in tipis and long Houses
Speaking in un-English Dialect
In the Far

Kiss this tit and piss in the wind in Japan
This isn't the business of the christians that clammed
This is the fishes caught by the fisherman ambitions

guarantee you see a difference
Bitch I’m stepping in some Jordan 1s, nah I ain’t stepping in no Christians
Got your main girl on my instagram
Yeah she loves

the office, (Aye)
Christian Dior, I had to grab the Louboutin, every time it's on, it do somethin' to me
Got on my runner's, Balenciaga's, (Aga's) aye in

Ok I step up to the line my time to shine
Down by six throwback kicks
Don’t hold back shit
As I fold my wrist it go swish
Bottom line I’m A.I. minus

slidin' in whips you never been in
The devil wear Prada, I be in Christians
Balencis on my face, see haters from a distance
I really hate how broke niggas

became true
Nero's convictions
All loss, no phase
A sinister dream
Christians dead by dawn
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn

If you want a stripe, tag a tiger by the toe
Fuck your principals, I never made the honor roll
Y'all may have met the plug, but I have met

a plantation by definition
Christian, but don't drink the
Water in Flint, michigan
Free admission, a lot of dead-end routes
It's easy to get in but it's hard

Just My Paranoia

Afroman

Afroholic...The Even Better Times [Advance]

2004

him as he passes by
I say to myself, he looks like the FBI
A white man like him, what is he doing over here?
I wonder, what does he want
Then he

No Reason

Z-Ro

Meth

2011

Jesus bitch
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
My back left pocket, got a blue flag in it
I'm a loc, and my loc

me, 'cause my skill's divine
I killed some guys up in the house and then just chilled inside
Want me to leave then make me
Must not believe I'm crazy