Lyrics:
you to pray for me i'm
Just going through some things right now
Grandma: Well, what's going on?
Lecrae: Well, you know, just
Everything family, money
Change the message for the mass's affection
Stand boldly and pray for the Master's protection, I say
Truth and love are the ultimate companions
Only
Haunted by the ghost of the Christmas past
Didn't wanna blind him so I kept my wrist tilted this way
I'm not afraid to drop to my knees and pray
'Cause I
and Noble
Shape the office like an oval, make the triangle a circle
Teach the little boys and girls, tell them I was your referral
I'm Chicago like a gyro,
the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me
really see is police ready to bust
Well, I realize it's up to me, therefore I must discuss this fussing and fighting
The ultimate goal for humanity is
of the U.S.
Where you got to be strapped like a semi
Get rich or
Or be ready to die
Where we're surrounded by crooked cop, drugs, and prostitution
Come
Yet we still payin' for O.J. violation
Police kill, the decline, no time facin'
I can't breath, answer, man, please
Y'all be ready to squeeze for
she's done as well
Then there's my friend from Chicago
God, do I love all people from Chicago
All ready to light up the barbecue
And be harping
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
Especially if you never murder me
You never murder me
Well then you'll be famous and rich, I guess, forever
Maybe you'll become a nicer person
You'll probably
Pray for my niggas that be grinding anyway
Pray for my niggas that ain't ever tryna wait
Saw there was an earthquake today
Richter scale 5.8
All I
This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
Affected by the mass incarceration in
And from city hall comes the wire that said simply boo'
Here comes the judge, here comes the judge, judge to judge
Well I think by now you know how leftists
Lord I want to feel your heart
And see the world through your eyes
I want to be your hands and feet
I want to live a life that leads
Ready
wonder in their eyes
What will be their holiday surprise
Wherever a star shines so bright
And a choir sings o holy night
That’s when the Christmas
the L.A.C
So later on we'll be rollin'
Drop tops, I'm hittin' yo' hot spots, I'm top notch
My niggas never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you
have I learned?
Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms
What have I learned?
It don't matter when nobody take it, they is a concern
See the good in
tried to bury me
Hold my hand I'll be your guide
Locked away the sun I could barely see
We'll walk through this digital landslide
Imprisoned alive,
day|Now then, adios amigo, let us pray||I hear that heavenly angel choir |but they're singing way off key|Singing hallelujah, amen, what's to eat|Those
I don't give an ounce what y'all say
I'll bounce with Beyonce
Meet Jay-Z in the hallway
Instead of being Ali
I'll be Alay
Now all we gotta do is carry
The way that I stated
I'm not intimidated
By these heavy weighted
Punks who need to be obliviated
Tlll they're eliminated
Before they're mother fuckin
Mass destruction and mass corruption
The souls are sufferin' men
Clutchin' on deaf ears again, rapture is comin'
It's all prophecy and if I gotta be
Mass destruction and mass corruption
The souls are sufferin' men
Clutchin' on deaf ears again, rapture is comin'
It's all prophecy and if I gotta be
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