Lyrics:
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
when they quiet man talks, you don't know his walk, his shoes, and his steps... and
reputation
Can't be determined simply by the words that he's
right out of the cells
Cos in the end we'll be asked how well
We used our time to depopulate hell
This is really what I see
Most of the people don't
of our lives and every choice we made is getting judged out
Scarily to die without Christ will put us in hell with Satan we will burn out
But if you bow
flight
She knows, most def I’m a travelin’ man
So if you want it come and get it, catch me quick as you can
Cause I’ll be, out of sight, out of mind
I’ll
is sprayed
I'm out here, fuck it, like I live on Targhee
And Rico, keep a low cut like laundry
I don't give a fuck, y'all made me bitter
I'mma whip
i'm spinning
I hop in the masi i'm senseless
Fuck society i'm a menace
(Chri$t, You know this beat is worthakeylow!)
They want me back on the curb
I'll impale him in Salem Mass
Compared to me, the Devil is trailer trash
God awful apostle, fossilized
These know-it-all mahfuckers trying
and everyone's in or out
So many in silence but using their voices to make it clear
I'm the man of the hour the sweeter sour
They had no belief in me, so that's
cane
Beat about to hit like Luke Cage
Feeling gassed up
Propane
You become an enemy
It ain't gon be the end of me
I tell it like a prophecy
And this is
always do about this time
Uh-huh, yeah
I know what you doin ma
Tryin to get in an argument with me so I can
Do my mad thing, you want me to do my mad
always do about this time
Uh-huh, yeah
I know what you doin ma
Tryin to get in an argument with me so I can
Do my mad thing, you want me to do my mad
me man - this is what I do man!
All these miserable fucks man â?? e'rybody got they fuckin hand out
E'rybody want you to just come, give 'em money
Hmm, uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)
Bitch
Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired
Get out your seats, real hip hop is back up in these streets
RBG, Army in the Hood, we our own police
Ain't no need for these Feds keeping scopes
what can I say
This is for never telling me how to stay grounded
Surrounded by family
No paparazzi hounding
Falling in debt, percocets, nervous wreck
Now
faith, a child was born, but no
one could be the father, except for a god.
This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or...
Another sky is
thots
Anyone of them would've helped me by now
Trauma dumping to anyone, with the slightest frown
Man ignorance is bless, that shit won't ever stop me
It's the two man army Chin & Marz
We've never been tooken out. We keep MC's looking out
This is this is this is this is this is. Ugh. Yea
Culprit
works at an
Antique shop just a few miles from
Here" So she drew me a map and
I started on my way to Anna's
Sometime later
I arrived at this elfin shop
they’re not and focus on what N.W. Ayer was trying to say with that motto.
This is from a 1947 strategy plan for a De Beers marketing campaign,
“We are
for you like Safari
Your downfall brightens up my day like de Zerbi
I've got me an army but this ain't no purple heart
Cookin up this fire like if
triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot, yeah
These niggas is scared
Thirtys in the city movin' slow
Thirty, thirty,
Gang shit
In the kitchen, Lean and I whip whip whip
Seen a bad 1 man had to dip (Bluh)
Manaman flexing with this drip
I Made money of rap yeah(Bluh
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