Lyrics:
All the sins have done
Is not right before the Lord
So I have to say forgive me lord
Am down on my kneels, shanumi
Lord have mercy on me
Let not my
the mic
Then I'd get a flight to your crib tonight
But first you kids just might want to get you
A shit load of Kryptonite before you pick a fight
With
begging me for money
It be mean of me if I didn't offer any advice
Like I'm Mike Tys, hit them with the left
If they wanna hold your right
Shawty I'd be
Don't know what you're doing
But Thank You Lord
Show me that in my life
Gotta keep improving
It's a marathon, I don't plan on losing
Take my time
thangs, 'cause once the world was
bringin' me down.
Mesmerized, controlled by the other side,
and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . .
Wish:
. .
my niggas in the system, motherfuck the system
If you a snitch, fuck you and who snitchin' with ya (fuck ya)
Loan money walk, let the lady take her
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
grace over dish
Walk by faith and be placed in a bliss
God can we please spend eternity like this
Your love is right before me down on my knees
When JDS
and seeing em being a torture with dull props
I won't give up til you had 'nough of these call shots
Now let the hard floor break your fall darling
'cause
slobbin'
Sex as a weapon
Clothes that I slept in
Streets keep mobbin'
Thieves keep robbin'
Get two in your butt
Three to your noggin'
Creepin'
more lord know
The people don't know what to fuckin do
So when you come to the hood, better look over your shoulder
You're better off running through
and copped new wheels
Hands on your knees Colin Kaepernick take a kneel
Think I'm gonna sneeze I should take a pic to keep it real
If I go and smoke that weed
have
Lavished on us
So that you may take delight in how your
Goodness was received
I praise you, Lord, in the mighty dome of heaven
I stand amazed
flee the battle
Wipe your ass, it's time to put on your war paint
Throw the spear, let your hatred fly
Throw the spear, let your hatred fly
Wash out whatever you see
Take me to the river
Sin has got the best of me
In your will that's where I wanna be
Tried so hard to let it go
I need you
whatever for the fortune and the fame
And it'll take a fortune to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme
Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly
Champions of the United States (Oh lord
to Never Land.
Never been a witness or had evidence.
But I never let the pain keep me down,
Cause I know the Lord got me by the hand or more by the wrist.
to take the city thats under my feet
(Yeah lord)
Let your will be done in our lives
Thank You lord for intersession
This hour of harvest
God's with us, who
O-R-T, let me be brief before my dick speak
Socks on, break your iPhone so I could go to sleep
Load the clip, pop it in, cock it back, ride around
side, I'd never be the same
Though I fell short, he saved me by His grace
True peace separates the fake from the real
Hearts set on Christ let Him take
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
became too numb
To take knee
If this mind started to doubt,
When you called me your knight
I felt like like a pawn
Used and deceived by these bishops as I
daddies(East Point)
It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint)
3-5-7 to your forehead, there'll be mo' dead
cause I'ma pro, kid
But Lord forgive
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