Lyrics:
AND you BOB YA HEAD AND I HIT DA WEED LIKE FATHER LIKE SON WE HIT DA STREETS LIL NIGGA you GON BE JUS LIKE ME HELL YEA I'm A GOOD DAD BUT IONO IF DATS GOOD
day
Resurrection power is the only way
He's alive, he's alive, he's a live
He's alive, he's alive, he's alive
Glory be to the Father
Glory be to the Son
I fight my demons on the daily through the angels that you sent me
But I'm closer to the edge through the hands that they lent me
Father never
of everything,
Not handled, greedy handlers
Brought down and destroyed
By their own ways-
Liars! Liars! smoking on pipes.
Diamond fires
Who Just throw it in
Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy money. They kingdom come...money, They will be done...money, on Earth as it is in money. Give us this day our
on fiends to cop you couldn't count on prayers
Homicide was next door talking to our neighbors
Or at her front door telling her her son ain't make it
Some
the window
Yeah, we knocked on the door
Her phone would not answer
Yeah, but she's still home
Now her father has passed over
And her sister is a star
mother
Who loves the day but lives another
That once was hers
The worried father, long lost lover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes
speaking to the Lord
The one who lives above man
The master of it all
Lord you know I'm your child
You the father of us all
Doesn't matter
What we doing
I'm not a father|I'm a kill a mother fucker if they touch my son or my daughter|If I have a seed they supposed to bury me|Not me bury them but that's
Father can you help I don't know what's going on
I was left by myself and everything I had is gone
I'm living in this hell and everything I do is
In the mercy of the Son
By the power of the Spirit
We will go
For the glory of the Father
In the mercy of the Son
By the power of the Spirit
We will go
gotta live and win by any means
Watching for the opps, the Ds, the fiends
And its kill or be killed, I keep it in my jeans
Pole and the bands, the pockets
30 round in my clip now (Strapped)
This a FN this A Big Fye
I'ma roll a 100 dollar 3.5 (Say what?)
You know my trap been goin' live (Trap)
All my kicks
Your mother's loose, your father's slim
She smothers you, you bother him
Passed back and forth between those two
Until they've had enough of you
live
We live to serve the Father, Yahweh, Abba Father
His name, is Jehovah, it's not, Shawn, Carter
When your eyes, close, be sure, that He knows
Who you
the sun beamin' on leather
I know my mom's darkest days was seein' that her son was down to grind
But my pops only call me son because I'm born to shine
was made
To live my life of mistakes
And I can't
Tell me what I gotta do
To get an answer from above
Is it trust
Than I'm fucked
I've lost so much I
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
the fifth
I read the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I could shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo
Developing eyes looking out my belly button window
My father's face wears a frown
And I'm
daughter
Odin Father of Thor and Baldr
He is father of all gods men everything
That has been brought into being by Odin
You created all by slaying Ymir
from the Kingdom
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done but none
come to the Father 'less they come to the Son
And that'll take you past any nirvana
al-right
Off to the door so bright like a knight in shining armour
Hug my wife my sons my daughter
Ain't no more reason to even bother
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Verse 5: Layzie
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