Lyrics:
Only love you, if you the one winnin
Look at the ap, auxiliary spinnin
Wear bust down my fit stay drippin
Mag dump, took the whole clip wit em
Not
Eh woh woh woh
Woh woh woh
Woh woh woh
From the very day I gave my life to Christ
Knowing that he died for me to pay the price
Am living by his grace
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight,
Young, Gifted, and Brown
I said we do it for your momma
Do it for your pops
Cuz if ya ain't dead then you know you can't stop
Your still breathing your
worry
I never complaint
But my Glock on the side if the business goes ham
Girl we unstoppable
And it's not possible
For them to get to us
Cuz i'm
This is Normalize Growth
The Search for Zen
The music you are listening to was expertly crafted by Dayton, Ohio's own Clint Taylor
The speaker will
man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef then you'll get
girls, money, and fame
I play their game, and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on this
but not be too surprised of your reaction
I'm creating in segments for each assessment
You already know with no good investment, shit's all infested
Not
a world so tough
Even if you grew up hard
Even if it was rough
And Grandma's not always gonna be by your side
To be cheering you and helping you and lifting
for the affair
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
All
Portmore City to Uptown
Me no specialize if she black or she brown
Tight pussy gyal eligible fi stick around
A no nothing
Bring your girls and pass the dick
her what she need
I give her what she like
And then by the end of the night, I'm say-ing it's them
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip
killed us (Who)
Tryin' not to be political, it was ridiculed (Real)
'Member I was in the middle school, with a fit or two ('Member)
Mama had the boy by
be any virtue
If there be any praise
Think on these things
For he is not a God of the dead
But of the living: for all live unto him
From now on I
back for more
Til' I saw his face
Must've been God's grace
Yeah I knew it was a matter of time
When he walked by
With those big brown eyes
Yeah he made
to the fullest, we don't stop, we keep on moving
We keep dancing, we keep grooving, through its grace we keep on cruising
Through its grace, we're not losing,
a masterpiece if I could picture you
The way I'm lost on you got me feeling like a castaway
Stranded on an island girl won't you be my saving grace
It's all cool
Sisters of Mercy
Your faith is not faithful
Your grace shows no grace
Your mercy shows no mercy
Is there no way out of this place
Thereæ?¯ a baby
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And paint and labour over every intake
I said a sort of prayer
Man
Civilized
But as time goes by
What shall not gree die may never die
No gree die
No gree die
These raps i’m sugar coating on a deeper level
bring a friend (yea)
Compelled her like Clint (oh yea)
Caressed and convinced
If you catch my drift (oh yea, catch it)
That FLIGHT shit ascends (ascends)
is for the Lord it's not for the mentions
I tried to sit in class but I couldn't pay attention
God put me in His army and now I'm taking attendance
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