Lyrics:
really all about getting paid?
Money can't buy nothing buried in a grave
Slave driven, unforgiven
The more you make, the better your livin'
So it's all
to swim in the summer water
All the small town sons and daughters
Were baptized a thousand times
Built a fire by it like an altar
Gave it every song we
believe that I'ma always keep you in my prayers
Days go by and life goes on
But the memories stay the same
Sometimes I cry when I'm all alone
Wishing you
A hit this nigga dead
Do y'all believe in ghosts?
Reach in the stash where I keep the toast
Then put a hole in ya gut big enough
To stash a whole ki'
stack until I could provide, to have a daughter or son
Let’s go, Devil on my left shoulder, Angel on my right
Pistol in my right hand, on his head let it
by a cannon of sin
Where we'll reluctantly let them in.
So can I lie in your grave, at the edge at the end of the world
Where I will sit with my
Don't ask me why I'm not just letting it die
It's coming back to haunt me time after time
No grave is steep enough to sleep through the night
Buried by
and rejoice
For the love that He has given us all
Children of God, by the blood of His Son
We have been redeemed and we can be called
Children of God
to sacrifice the pawns?
I've see the Devil in the flesh and tried to grab him by the horns
It's been death after death without havin' time to mourn
Have you
This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
Affected by the mass incarceration in
on your heart, when He whispers this up in your ears
Sayn "my son don't fear", I've been which you all yo years
Through blood and tier, and forever my son
nothing and we all deserve to fucking die
False prophets speak for the Father
Wearing death like a Medal of Honor
Digging graves for your sons and your
Bloody hell and hatred are burning in my eyes
Death by suffocation will be my own demise.
Fingers raw and bleeding
Buried in your lies
Darkness is
on the open glade that it was a shallow grave,
But not Craig, See cause Craig is nieve plus he smokes weed everyday,
he thought there was money buried in that
on God's son's & daughter's
Warriors & Soliders
I'ma strive til it's over
Until my last breath
I'm honest , I'm modest
I cant do dis by myself
I need God, my
to get two mill' a month
I know Dre happy that she signed that prenup
Dre my nigga, his business all in the street (all in the street)
How much of that
of an impression on my kids
To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You a son of a gun"
Just got off
healthy, alive
Then I failed in my mission - rather be dead than
Stale and indifferent I won't worry what gets me by
To die at twenty five and be buried
the Hardaway
If it's all work when do me and my kids play
It ain't magic I had to get that penny the Hardaway huh
For your sons and your daughters
What have you
to tears in mid July
when I walked past all the stones outside
When I saw where they all were buried
and I wondered which plot was mine
I was in the kitchen,
and the one who make Son shine uh
We sons and daughters of the Most High
We soul tied
If we gonna walk make sure ya yoked right uh
I'm so tired of seeing fake
away
Grace on display
Saved for You
We once were orphans
Now sons and daughters
Now we belong to You
Our sin was great
But Your grace was greater
All
to town.
So I buried him as the contract was in a narrow grave and deep,
And there he's waiting the Great Clean-up, when the Judgment sluice-heads sweep;
in my nose, than quit bringin' my flows
Quit givin' me my ammo, can't you see why I'm so mean?
If y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my M.O.
I
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