Lyrics:
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Militant Minded just like my pop Father
Joe he from the 44 you nigga my nigga still vet
no limit on a hoe bro Percy Miller at his best fuck feds already
Silently I step up with a subversive subtext,
Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects,
Place my faith in the belief that
space
Let me tunnel on heaven
I’m tryna pop like some party confetti
Keep it a buck, let my team grab a milli
Cause all by myself I just know that I’m
his hood struck
Poverty stricken he’s got no ambitions thinking god isn’t listening
He could have got someone killed
He’s pretty humble for someone who
her brains out until she had a heart attack
Now her corpse is in a body bag, in the trunk of his Pontiac
Down by the lake is where I just parked it
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
Love Says It Best
Wyatt Easterling
Dedicated to my friend Chuck McDowell, a teacher by example (1958-2019)
I once asked a friend of mine how he
you will prosper
Just look up to the
Father Of lights
Sent his son Christ
So we can have a good life
By his stripes its a good night
No lie
I'm sleeping
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
to keep a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
Hello, how can I help you?
Hi, my name's Dave Burd, I have an appointment today
It's probably under 'Lil Dicky,' actually
I'm a, I'm a rapper, so
with shadows
Death in circle
Trapped in pain
Plagued by error
Ruled by shame
Oppressive zeitgeist ego spawn
Black pitfalls fear and greed
Death in
his command
I now have faith in whatever he plans
Gonna make a difference with my gift of life
Won't be ashamed to fight for what's right
To spread
he did
house raided, drove by the house sprayed it
ran in stole his stash, spouse naked
its real here, he thankful that he still here
caught'em nine
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
If my eyes could see by faith I'd move mountains and seas
It only takes a small amount a mustard seed
I know it's going to happen because I believe
give a nigga his shine
Until then, fuck it nigga keep it grinding
You gotta have faith nigga talking perfect timing
When they listen to this album I want
strengthens every day
and tries his very best
to terrorize the jesuit priest
and put him to the test
Armed by the holy spirit
and his faith in God
He fights
on my Trump shit tonight, radio
Fuck you!
Yeah, I'm taking his lead i'ma just say how I
Say, I'ma just say- I'm just be Ye
And win take his lead and win
radio, fuck you yeah
I’m taking his lead i’ma just say how I
Say, be ‘Ye, and win i’ma
Take his lead radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you! Wait a second
Aye,
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