Lyrics:
Yo
You'd think after all these years of being clean I'd get my feelings back
Right? So why it don't feel like that
It's like God built my heart
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
smoke 'em in a pack
Jesus by my side I know he will never lack
I ain't scared of Lucy forces come black on black
Time to give my tithe I just made me
listen and witness
The ET's style as he spits- he's the sickest menace from Venus
Syphilis ain't half as ill as this spit is- Mephistopheles
I'm
swear i won't lose my sight[00:21.05]I'd swear i won't lose my fight[00:22.82]Every Man for himself[00:23.78]God for us all[00:24.53]He who shines
Spirit my cruise control
It's evident that im heaven sent
And God knows what my future HOLD
So I praise him not the president
He breaking me down
saying?
I got the East coast locked the fuck down (he taking over, that's his shit)
Know what I'm saying?
Hear my shit, nigga (Brooklyn Zu, Brooklyn
Morrison, all of them ended by Hollywood
Thank God for Hollywood
Hollywood
You sure you want this, baby?
Hollywood, it's the most addictive drug in
strength to stop being so passive
Only done a fraction, God’s been asking
Struggle to obey, hear the devils laughing
Easily swayed by my attractions
Drop
of your favourite plates (I miss you)
Well Dame told me tell you he's doin well
Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue
But I ain't got to tell
of your favourite plates (I miss you)
Well Dame told me tell you he's doin well
Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue
But I ain't got to tell
Therefore, in one day her plagues will overtake her: death, mourning, and famine
She will be consumed by fire, for mighty is the Lord God who judges
herself
To meet her husband
I heard, too, a voice which cried
Aloud from the throne
Here is God's tabernacle
Pitched among men
He will dwell with them
or Brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him
So it's sort of hard to find him
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth
Pump seventeen
eyes, you been teasing me
Standing by God's river, my soul is beginnin' to shake
Standing by God's river, my soul is beginnin' to shake
I'm countin'
This is real talk
I'm a real Brooklyn nigga
This is real talk
I'm talking right by Linden P's
This is real talk
I used to rock Evisu jeans
That's
But your brain won't be as it should
A girl be with her man
But she dont understand his cancer
By the time she sorry she gon' need a necromancer
He
that cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm gone and niggas study my bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical,
murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Harry went to heaven
He reached the Gates with ease,
Said, "May I speak with Comrade God;
I am Harry
taken
By the God who became person
Alright now I crossed the surface
Let me get to the immersion
Underwater we done surfing
God intended music to be
got the pack the mail and this a good shipment
You off today that no lie
If you at home with no job
Hit yo shorty by surprise
Nigga said he was gone
ever known
To save me his majesty stepped down from the throne
The lamb of God was about to be slain
By evil men with wicked hearts in a dusty frame
I thought he would never let me down
So I raised my arms and fell to the ground
When I believed in god
When she walked out in the middle
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