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Burning in the sky
As god torments the mind
A normal life is just to kind
Rotten
To the bone
As self-love does incorporate
The fall of every man he made
the hardest style
Run it up
Stack large amounts
Money kind of getting hard to count
Stuff it in my jeans but it keeps
Falling out
We balling now
We balling
Not in it for the money
But I know that I've gotta pay
Love's gonna getcha
But only when I letcha
And I don't want to turn away
Why can't
clipppers
And all kinds of hoes on my cock sucking zipper
Hoes came in handy, but my money came first
Cause bitches get a ghost when they see a nigga's
Ain't no room on my team
We ain't recruitin' niggas
If you are not here tryna get money
I can't even cool it with you
Percocets only, don't be passing me
And the power of life
He came
With a humble heart
For restoration
His death is the key cure
For the sin infection
Salvation of men
By Grace through faith
With
If you ain't talking money get the fuck on
No arms
I been on my own I don't cuff hoes
Stuffed nose
I'm sick of bitch niggas I'll bust those
(I said
bread
Immigrated to this country just so you could get ahead
Sacrificing everything so that my children can be fed
Now there's some people in his life
she got ass outside
If I get money in the house than I'm the last outside
Raise my stock til it's higher than gas outside
We hold church in the street
a rocket in these lor skinny jeans, up it and shoot feel like Jalen Green
Claim I'm the one like she Billie Jean
I'm one of a kind
I want the money
kinds of people
White rich fucks and the ones who get harassed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin up my shit, like they lookin for a key
subdued by the shackles in my mind
There's a lion deep inside
And he's ready to come out and chew a hole in you
So it's best that you stay kind
nigga
You believed in me first
That's what's for sure
At the church recording, at the garage
But it worked but me and Dave kind of
Felt you lost
Shine on bitches who wanna be mine
I’m,,, not really the kind to by bitches roses & wines
I by my bitches 380 & nines
My life & amazing & fine
Rush
to love in a strange kind of fashion,
With lots of "hey, ho-de-ho, hi-de-hi!",
And I can guarantee I'm full of passion,
Like the Lorelei!
Oh I'm
the Lord's commandment take
Love for His people ne'er forsake
Thus the church will builded be
Christ's longed-for bride, eternally
Love the Lord! Love each
the one that I know for sho'
Is gonna make sure got harmed by no one, by no one
[Sundown]
So many snake ass niggas I come around with my trigger
And V
to the clinic, man I think I dodged a bullet
Glad I ain’t let my selfishness get the best of me
‘Specially when we talking what I love sexually
Putting what I
him by
And the things that he never owned
Everyone has and he has not
So he lives in a world of his own
He cries, he lies
He's cool, he's kind
He heads
the ones that have steady leverage
Opposites attract money attached to my palms
Attended church in these streets everyday 23rd Psalms
We do this why
em to die in the snow, isolated
Highest rates of suicide and homicide in the nation
I watched my best friend become a prison statistic
His father
to the revolution.)
Jesus was a rebel, a renegade, outlaw,
sanctified troublemaker, but He never sinned, naw
And He lived His life by a different set of Rules
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money
I can't trust no more (Rozay)
Damn French, I'm so paranoid! (French, huh)
Huh, I got this my nigga
I make big money, I drive big cars (huh, I got
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