Lyrics:
Hearing all of the songs they Repetitive
Yeah we seeing no hope it's all negative
I put my hope in Christ there's no better than
Yeah, we're living our life
yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin' like rain,
And my durned old slicker's in the wagon
know it
Getting out that mud was atrocious
Treat me like Christ I′m chosen
No breaks push play keep rolling
Oh I′m a star and I know it
Ima have two
from my mummy, but it was actually Jesus Christ
the whole time, chasing after me
One, two, he is looking for you
Three, four, knocking on your door
no napkin (Slime)
Pop out two hours later like "What happened" (Ouu)
Skrrt, E-way, black G-wagon, black shirt creed feel like an assassin (Damn)
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
in the new Bible
Written by zombies Jesus' newest disciples
Satan won't arrive for the end times war
And Christ will hunt a hundred
And be hungry for
cause God's the one who's punching clocks
Y'all just put the time in
Verse 2 - Stylus
These ghastly folks in-trapped by the ghost who roll for Satan
by the sunrise no surprise in the Presence of God we chill peace be still to those aligning in His Will / enter the Rest / rock to the rhyme of your
Wanted to show my full range
We're called to put it all in this walk ain't no half step
Christ gave His all when He washed away the past tense
Never
about the 1, 2, 1, 2
VERSE 1
No labels, no gods, no fables
If I ain’t able to spit just put me in my grave hole
...I’m a free man
That’s why they call me
ROLLING!
You've got 10 bags
That's child's play I've Been HoodRich
NO CLOTHING!
I don't give two Fs
Cos my lifestyles Fendi
Kickgame crazy
Whip like slavery,
I’m about to go in
I been feeling
Like 2 milli' lately
That’s a million baby
Times 2
(Yeah)
All y’all rappers
Don’t intimidate me
This no understatement
Do you want to be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out
vet
Hittin' switches on them b*itches
No I ant bragin'Keep a spare on deck like the back
(like the back)
Of a F*****G G-Wagon
Whole squad we toed up
We
ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost
Already cross the light, Christ I'm ready for 'em
Plus anybody that saying no, I'm taking numbers
I'm
Numbed down by watching another scandal develop on T.V.
I'm getting sick of us sleeping on each other
What's the point of sleeping?
We can all sleep when
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
multiplied it, now the G Wagon a six by six (yeah)
Shooters come with two of 'em, treat the sticks like Twix (yeah)
I'm good with numbers, I just met a chick
boldly
So what is my life
Two words Jesus Christ
Or how about four
Blood of the lamb
Or six
Accepted me just as I am
Eight
Always been true and made all
Asking God for forgiveness, I was so divisive
No man can judge me
Once I submitted I was forgiven, Through my faith and love for Jesus Christ
Don't call
titty
They locked the door when we walk in Fendi
Save the hunnids, them dubs, we spendin'
Real dope boy, ain't chargin' no card
New G-Wagon, she
breathe the same
Oxygen in, CO2 out
You see we never needed help but now we respirate
Lean on one another but we heavy weights
Praying we shall live to see
it with the stride
So many months have went by without drive
I'm tired of trying to move without Christ
'Cause, through Him, the kid's been poppin' all
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