Lyrics:
Fuck the game and if the fame went away
Still be the hardest workin' man in entertainment today
Learn a lesson and that's, no questionin' that
No
the advantage of being packaged
And wrapped in universal appeal
Songs are not limited by natural or human boundaries
The Gospel through song is universally
out
That was until my pops stop playing in the band
During the service, they did him dirty, damn
Called him out, got a different calling now
My fathers
Until you just came off tour
Yo you talk a good game, brothers around your way knows your name
They want to burn you in the flame
The other day you told
You better know your friends cuz they could snake you
I’ll never put my trust in no one
After Rico wasn’t able
He Grew up as my brother now my
I went out and got dirt on my Chirstians
Do a show then have service wit christian's
Hella bands in my pocket i'm limping
Foreign bitch on my music
right!
Uh, so many reasons to be thankful
Fam in every season
A note to believers
My brothers be glad you're believing
Jesus finished the whole work
of waiting and some heavy concentration,
Put a bullet through the middle of a heart
Everybody's gonna be so glad to see the freezer full of fresh deer meat
and watch him hit his block
I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got
I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself
try to get caught in his drawers
'Cause them 2.2.3's be penetratin' through walls
Plus I got warrants and shit
Didn't pay child support
try to get caught in his drawers
'Cause them 2.2.3's be penetratin' through walls
Plus I got warrants and shit
Didn't pay child support
to control
Father! My brother will not be the end of me
I will gladly walk this plane of existence in search for answers
For you will not control me, God
I am
to grandma house
Sleeping in the closet on the floor
And one night I seen a shooting star
So I made a wish
I said I wanna get through this shit by any means
always been transparent
Taught my brothers many skills They said I'm talented
They judge me by my skin color always been rejected
They tried to make me
your cattle coming in,
Boy they're looking mighty fat and slick
I saw fred at the service station
Told me that his wife is awful sick
You heard my
Just so you know
Things ain't the ways it use to be no more
Am steady grinding for that doe
I ain't gat time I told you this before
No unnecessary
Can I get a Amen (Amen brother)
But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirt
Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse
Sittin some leather
through
Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy
Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians
Move on black brother move on
You gotta
merely choosing by whom we
Want to be cheated (Thugs)
Republican or Socialist Party
Put your promises back in your Hermès bags
(Thugs) you never knew
the service man he told me that my phone was workin' fine
And I've come to the conclusion the trouble isn't with my line
I'm sure the operator will be glad
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,
as wasabi
I'll be grippin ya body
Never in aggression just to stop yo ass from slidin off me
Lets take it back to basics
No texts just conversations
No gps
Our leaders keep failing us
And the military be killing us
Government officials be selling us out
Chinese and others be drilling us
Everything just
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