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again, I got a whole pint in
Im pourin' that syrup now, I'll do it all over again

Yeah I call her fish-scale, yeah she like to blow on me
Say she in

I know He patient, I'm still talking to Him
All that i did, hypocrite, turn around & forget

I hit the ground then start counting to 10
The only sound

that I can cos in You Lord is all that I am
And truth is I am like I Am, made just like I Am
One with I Am, with I Am, I rule from Zion
No denying, no

a artist and I'll have em paint em
Sometimes i smoke it out the pound, sometimes i drank em
Chase him down for this check, I'm just tryna bank em
I ain't

I just hit the 101, I'm speeding cuz it's 1AM
Carjacker failed, so I'm steady saying Lord Amen
Puto tried to catch a nigga lacking at the red light

'm a pharaoh, don't think I heard him clear though
Yeah, I'm a king, sky's the throne, I sit and stand on
They said that I'm a beast on these beats, you know I

by the cop
Cops when I got hot pursuit
But I'm on a different route
Pass those in dispute
So I can plant my roots
Be a living tree call me Groot
I need

Hatin' so now when they see me
They changin' demeanors
And the way that I'm
Snappin', they sayin'
"My Lord" I feel like the Ghost of Tsushima
Main

you sing for me?

cnd I'm not talking here so literal, of course, cause a man can only do what the Lord has 'fore apportioned


Interlude 2:

This life

by that floyd

I’m dancing with the devil
Gotta send some more to the f*ckin lord

Go talk to god 

That lil girl thought she been playing me saw it

find the devils lies they are so pretty
I call upon the name of the Lord so that I may be saved

the light change
Game sewed up don't know ya by name
Yeen nobody all in my face
That's alright that's what they all say

Big K.R.I.T really make his own beats

death the bars shall break
Midst of glories all divine
Satisfied I shall awake
Clasp hs feet, and call him mine

Mine, mine, mine
The promise often read

faith
Who lived life devout
She was told that she would be conceived by the Holy Spirit
And give birth to Christ
Who knew one day she'd witness her only

The judgment closed by justice
Chains that bound now broken
Call all souls to join as one

Chorus:
Come and worship Christ the Newborn King
Come and worship

stripes like Adidas
He a family guy
So I call him peter
Imma real nigga baby
Not a fake bone
Smoking out the ounce
Rollin up in V lone
Lil mama super thick

to listen to your shit list
Cause bitch i got a list of my own lil cousin just crashed the whip
God please let me pray to this song
Please lord give him

to pieces is what I call art
Driven by a cold feeling flowing down my spine
Savor the beginning of god's end and its entire bloodline
Look straight into these

those street flaws
Every move is in play, no luxury's to stop, pause
One clause, any means, that mindset destroys dreams

By all means, go hard and don't

Used to cop it by the sheet, take it home, get to chopping
My whip was a piece of shit needed to loot to get it fixed
Plus I wanted to glist the wrist

that raw
Fuck with this tip and she ball out, "Lord"
Buss my- in your gyal like crud
Pum pum bruk up, everything mad (mm-mm)

Yo, yo, I got more

do magic, word to David Blaine
And that's my nigga Slimm, sights set on greater gains
Rep the same city but I promise that we ain't the same
Call me

Like a knife 
All her mates just pushing it in 

Now my mind, it’s full of sin 

But I chose that night to stay in

I regret not leaving him in that car

on knots I do my shoulder roll
Show to show, cuts mixed up by bro
I let the rxot roll
Too much to live for to stop the flow
Plotting mode, drop and roll