Lyrics:
Falling faster than building seven came down
Now they're eating their own
He waves his arms around
Lines his pockets pushing podcast gold
Sweating
the judgment chair
Got his ass and God's right arm in some double pair, alright
Walkin' a frozen line
A western winter be hail and rain
Way back in New York
real, this rap shit is luck
Try to score points on me, I'll fasten you up
In that smelly proof bag, real, real fast
Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm
and trust his plan
She told me to remember Joushua 1:9 be strong and courageous
Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged,
For the Lord your God will be with
cappin shit
She get grimey
I be smashin it
When she find me
We love to smoke
Im breaking it in
Papers and toe
We bun till its thin
Cash by the load
We
I remember when I was a little boy, our house caught on fire
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
In his arms
I remember when I was a little boy, our house caught on fire
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
In his arms
From the view of a window seat
I spy the ugly pyre of an engine
Is that in my head again
Or are we really going down this time?
This businessman by
splatter empty
Battle ready we gon' fight em back for half a century
Another day another body in the lake
Son gets labeled as a daughter at his wake
official
Ain't too many real ones out there; I feel some
But doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not cause I'm
suspicions
Ten years together but there’s someone that Beth’s not mentioned
So he leaves his dead weight in another ones arm
For his chance to catch
platinum shit half wit' sin
See me in the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix
the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight
Dark skin baby Sham spittin' all in the
Mix on foul blends unhhuhhh
What ya'll niggas
the location
We heading to your spot
Caught him in a drive-by
Tell your momma bye bye
Got 9 Tails not 9 life's
Fry his ass like popeyes
Smoke him like a rasta
chest
You define what they call the Lord’s Best
And in the hard times, I’ll give you rest
Cradle you up in my arms, like a nest
Like I’m designed to find
me,
Dragging my heart down the street they keep on playing me
Had you been around
Now I’m a walking mess i’m gullible
I’m seeking comfort in his arms
Is
seen his face
'Cause falling out, it only took you one night
Haven't felt this hazy in a long time
But I'm not gonna blame you if it feels right
Made up
that?
It's "Aoooow" and "Garn" that keep her in her place.
Not her wretched clothes and dirty face.
Why can't the English teach their children how
of truancy, thrown in the midst of fire
As the temp got higher through his grace, we was kept by the Messiah
Baby girl, this is the 2024 me you might not know
either my life or your life, that's right
I'm gon let you have it
Everyday haters, can't understand
The way I move my hands in ways, not known to man
Vowed it would be my life or his'n
I'm not afraid of death but oh
What will I do if you leave me?
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin'
You made that
Vowed it would be my life or his'n
I'm not afraid of death but oh
What will I do if you leave me?
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin'
You made that
When the temperature dips
I'm in my baby's arms
His tender fingertips
Know just how to keep me warm
It may be zero degrees
With the snow falling
afraid
Is the only way to survive
I may not know the future but I'm truly convinced
Life's more than just staying alive
Surrounded by voices, so angry with
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