Lyrics:
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
What are you crazy, you know who I am
(Moe Dee!) yes, I'm the man
I am the flyest, cleanest, baddest, meanest
Rapper that walks the streets
My rhymes
Forget the fool the situation lookin' pretty shady
Now chillin it daisy keep it proper
Rerlax your mind and soul and get down with this hip hopper
Pimp
Trump V.O.
I am the least racist person that you have ever meet
Nobody respects women more than I do
Grab ‘em by the pussy
45th President Donald J.
keeper
Imma hit the booth every day till my job complete
That's a part of me
If you're good
Never do it for free
There's a truth up in my soul and I pray
soul
I try to fight anything in my road
But I'm tryna do right by my mother's soul
I feel the devil outside knocking on my door
Promise ima do right by
the hood with bop and quin
Shout out my hopper lil Johnny Gill
I gave her a hit watch her bop again
I come from the children of pots and pans
I know it's
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
the house
[T]
This goes out to my man Tamere
He's definitely in here
What's up to my homey cool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
Special shout out
conventioneers
You know a soul here in The Factory?
Just a wallflower 'til he came through the door
Dashiki lover slide right up to me
Peter Fonda (Dashiki
And they don't know anything else
They don't know they're breathing bad air
But I'm tired of living like this
And my soul cries out, "If You're there...
Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, Tic Tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my khaki suit
B.G
Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, Tic Tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my khaki suit
B.G
of the mission driven by his love
Said it was finished when the work was done
The almighty risen Son
Have mercy on my soul
Have mercy on my soul
Have mercy on my
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
this God
Oh oh. Oh oh
His given me joy
Joy in my hrt
Oh oh oh oh
His given Joy
Joy in my so my
My soul my soul
See when I thought his done
He did it
that's the recipe, I did that shit by any means
My Cuzzo out here feeding fiends, he's steady tryna put me on,
But my son need his father home, yeah my son
last
The heart of his soul it breathes inside of me
(the heart of his soul it breathes inside of me)
[Chorus]
My man, he makes me feel so special
My
Haven't got a car so I use a space hopper
Bouncing to the window, cut my head, show stopper
I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers
I want police
soul as cold as the Antarctic Ocean
He's an omen, he brings the plagues like he's fucking Moses yea
Like he's fucking Moses, like he's fucking Moses
Yea
(soul to soul)
(Mm-mm-mm)
Piece of newspaper, at my feet
We go blowing down the street
Got our stories, old and new
Need someone to tell them to
We
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
Keep your quality up in the sky
There is a hole on Broadway, no control, it's in my way
I feel no goal. Where is my soul?
I got no reset for this game
time I see he's actin' like a bitch
So let's get it straight I smoke the competition
Breakin' down fools in my muthafuckin' mission
One by one
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