Lyrics:
Well sure my movie part it won't be played by Al Pacino
Well, I hope you're not thinking I'm exactly Mr. Clean, though
As a kid, was in sin, and no
when you can make up ya ends
Why be selfish with yo info when the next nigga need it
I ask questions first cause ion ever like to repeat em
You want it
Don't let friction
Interfere with your motion
And most of all
Keep your mind open
David was a shepherd
Yeshua was homeless
Never judge a book by the cover
Andrew Johnson's all there is
Ulysses Grant's was Ulysses
His first name was Hiram, the S, just the military's
Presidential middle names are just like
makes it us and them
I'm coming back to first of all snatch silver and gold of judgement
All pendants, including David's and crosses
Wack MC's can be
punk, then try this
Report your homies for domestic violence
For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block
Dash, David Gash, I'ma tap that ass
[O
I was
Back
I remember that Texaco that Mr. Logan used to own
They turned it into something else and Mr. Logan's long gone
My best friend David
In the beginning
God started his creation
With all of us
First day god said
Let there be light
The second day he said
let the sky be created
I promise I'm a hold it down
We going in on my first child
I just need a few minutes
I promise I'm a hold it down
Say I just need a few minutes
Ya
be mine!
Y'all just gonna have to witness it
Bouta walk in this bitch lookin' DAPPA!
First things first where the gold rings?
Need my hand glisten
with the stick that's my baby
My first yop it was a 380
My second yop was a p80
I stick up the kids with the sticky
And I got addicted to licking
Hit you
As long as I'm singing Glory to His Name!
First things first: I cannot be remembered as
The one who didn't do what he was called to do
It Must be that you
people
David lived through the war in Iraq
Even earning a purple heart by saving
His crew from a roadside bomb, but he
Couldn't survive the streets
I really don't know how long I've been doing this shit
I guess 2010's the first year you gave a shit
I was the underdog so please excuse me a bit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
10 centuries, impressions and memories
The first time the machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary indeed
He believed light could
When I get to hell,
I'm sure that I'll know everybody
From the likes of David Berkowitz to Allister Crowley
Couple bible thumpers here
Living my truth, why would I lie
Family I never abandon
Let the good times roll by
I'm really feeling alive
The spirit is really my guide
Live wit
did the dash we was rushin
And if I feeling played
Then you know that I'm bout scuffin
Now I'm moving solo
By myself like David Ruffin
You told me get
All by myself (Uh huh)
I need new friends
All I got are leeches and acquaintances
They need me to pay they way
But they first with somethin' to say
Samson
I'm the first king Samuel
The prestigious king Saul
Son of King David I'm Solomon
I'm preachin' to the choir like Elijah
Isaiah Jeremiah
to get her nails polished
She was like Jacob's ladder
when King David had her
He played the harp with her daily by her gall-bladder
She had a sweet
and Chucky up in stopped goin' a two man lady bug
David Lewis June 4th Chris Tall you and Keith Robinson
Bozo and me, Circuit Los and with it Antwon
Fuck
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