Lyrics:
mansyn the only competition for shady...
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Man's sins is why competition is just Shady and I'm..
Never mind back to you
Like demons volleying brains
the whispers in the corners of their minds
I'm the narrator for crying out loud even I
Have been guilty of exchanging God's truth for a lie
I've clung
you ever do the dishes for
Your wife? I should say not
Mrs carter doesn't really mind
Washing her teflon-coated pans
New, vital and fashionable
Fond
I've got are heaven sent
The love of God is sweet like cinnamon
And if he's missing God, I've got to bring him in
Yahweh, Jireh, he's my medicine
ain't got no gun
But I got my crew.
Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak.
I got a plate of soul food, chicken, rice, and gravy;
Not
Jesus it's me it's Jesus Jesus Jesus
Freely give
As you have received
Broken hearts made new
Blind eyes see
Go and live like me
For the least of these
to music as a dream
All I had was Kevin and my momma Jackie
The pen and pad, and I have a papi
Taught up from the world, that you gots to be hard
Shit,
Chihuahua
Ohh, Chihuahua
What can make you sing Chihuahua
Take it and you'll you win Chihuahua
What can bring you joy Chihuahua
Ohh, Chihuahua
I've got this
of blessings in clouds of grace
Mercy surrounds us day after day
I've never been needy with Him by my side
For since I met Jesus I've been satisfied
He gives me
both sides
Fuck this divide, we can synthesize
No extra ties, we got our own minds
Ride together and hit a gold mine
Live, love, laugh then reciprocate
reconciled us to himself by Jesus Christ
And gave to us the ministry of reconciliation
He got me movin' differently
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
I never said I had a business mind
I just don't believe that quitting time exists,
Ain't no finish line to this
You got to give me mine, I really
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This field guide's got no soul
Digging for the sacred
In a man-made hole
The soil
the grace that God gave me in Jesus. I pray that you would also realize this freedom and live in the ways that God has uniquely made you.
Out of my shame I,
the minds distorted
Extorting lives, the media sloppy and everyday struggles way out of proportion
Or not given enough, I got a message, it go- lately my
Yo
How we gonna turn a blind eye to the
Brothers and the sisters that be fighting for their lives?
'Cuz Jesus ain't dine with the rich, He was
Sitting
of him and less cared for his fate.
And he knew no peace of mind when his trial was comin' by
The judge said, "you are guilty you must die."
Bb f
But paul
worried
Living held down
My game plan to be trained and
Military mind of a thug lord
Sitting' in the cemetery crying'
I've been lost since my adolescence
I've got to do this soul work
So that I can let this soul work
I know that Christ is
My help
I'm fighting this midlife crisis
God help
This life is
of unworthiness
Her name was Karen, she drove a black LeBaron
And by the way, she used to sell packs of crack for Aaron
Tyron, do anything to be in a live zone
lie
I'm tellin' them the story 'bout the day when death had died
Death is dead
Life's alive
Even though I've sinned
I'm glorified
I'm in my mind
And my
God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
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