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Everyone consumed by their egos
Thinking they can save their souls
But, Heaven is not in walking distance
Tell me why God's love gets so much
yolo
Oh my god..baby twerking to the tempo
I'm in awe the way she bounce it to the beat
Do it so good she blow me back in my seat
She the type of woman
Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer
Not been good with these
Words But I'm
waste time
I cherish every minute in
Pray to god faithful though, man
Half that shit I make, i blow
I don't even take it slow
Cause any given day could go
four ways
Then chuck a tenner a day into Facebook's ad system to promote your latest single
Hoping it gets noticed by some important record label people
on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart, bitch
I brought them bags to the hood and made 'em slang our shit
In Atlanta y'all don't know how good my face card is
Turned
day by day
My life is not a piece paper to just throw away
I'm a sucker for love when my roses die
Hope one day babygirl I'm the man you can rely
I need
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
all my cry’s and denies go away despite
I want you by my side and I want you to be my bride
I don’t know maybe it’s just me day dreaming
it’s just
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
Dear God, I pray, 4 all, my hatas all my hattas all my hattas
all my hattas [x2]
they hatten on me in I dont know why tryin 2 stop me
tryna slow down
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
I'm not that good at saying goodbyes
But I can be trusted at saying no lies
The time has been changing and I don't know why
I'm missing my old ways but
Good Company
I've been saving some space
Hoping one of these days it might
Come back to me
No more running in place
Took one look at your face
And I
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
Willis
I can't stop grinding to say I told you bitches
And I just want flex, and stunt on my old bitches
I'm trying to move forward cuz shit is so
derived good, without any profit” said the nephew.
“It's a time for kindness, forgiveness, and charity too!”
But the old man persisted in denying every
time for me to say goodbye
I hope I leave a legacy
I hope that God is proud of me
I hope that I leave something good behind
And all my yesterdays
Every day, it's every day, and every day gon' be the same
Hey Ja it's Malachi, and what's his name
Always pounding on the door
You know our bell don't
from all this hurt
My whole life was good with words
Can't seem to come to terms
With the life you took from me
On my knees I beg and plead
God... I hope
right now, right now
(One time for our nig'
We got the world lit)
On God, the work is never done
(We love you, Nip)
The good they die young, used to be my
Bundaberg rum, overproof rum,
Will tan your inside and grow hair on your bum.
Let the blue ribbon beat on his empty old drum
Or his waterlogged
the plight with the most stars
Where do you drink by Echo guitars
What's the best shore seen from a boat
Miniature heads that color the shore line
If you
My bredda Oily got the Kush Mints yeah
OG lock inna my brain all day
No there ain’t nothing like a good spliff yeah
Soon as I light it all my stress
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