Lyrics:
I'm frustrated, contemplatin'... thinkin' ‘bout a song that'll change the world. I think I did it. Dear God, I think we did it. My Lord, I think you
Automatic weapon loaded please, next time
You gave me life, so please, bless mine
Show me light and ease this mind
I don't manifest it, this manifest on its
Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Sippin' on gin with a couple of friends (haha)
Say them Thug Life
respect, uh (tryna just get my respect)
I catch the body when I ring this MAC (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lord knows that I'm tryin' (Lord knows), but we come
can't fiti shout oo
The rejected stone has become the house pillar oh my lord lord lord lord or yeh
See the way you bless me in abundance
Plenty money i
and the sun says
The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
Lord, please tomorrow ain't
Glory to His Name
Just give God the Praise
Come, bless the Lord with me
Ye servants of the Lord
Standing in His house
By day and by night
Come, bless
All this for nothin’
Heart in my hand tryna make me somethin’, wonderin'
All this for nothin’
Price on my head, take shots
I'm bloody, baby
All
jacket
How many rappers must get dissed
Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce, ooh, when I miss
The real hip hop with which
Breakin' in houses of people who ain't got more than me
Accordingly, I move in error
Gotta face the fact though I can't fool this mirror
Neglected my
Bless the Lord, O my soul.
O Lord my God,
You are very great;
You are clothed with honor and majesty.
Who covers yourself with light as with
"Get out the sky?" Nah!
Can you count the grains of sand on the beach or seashore
Knowin' everything ever taught by your teacher?
NOPE! But still this
Runnin' with thug, me never replace this
The Lord, I'd like to thank you for my Mo Thug family
Sincerely yours, Thug Queen (Thug Queen)
I remember my
Stand by me my brothers help me sing a song say
Art and life, art and life, art and life
Cah this is my, art and life, art and life
Art and life, art
of the Year" and figured I was on track
This nigga Pat' been in my ear talkin' 'bout rhymin' on tracks
So after practice we record and then we got it on wax
the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Reppin' my upper sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should warn
corrupt
But the Lord knows this world, is all fucked up (uh-huh)
In God's eyes, every nigga is created equal
To some crackers, we evil cause we livin
ain't nothin' but that boom
Now you got tha urge, to go and kill a nigga too
But remember this
You started this
So finish this
When you grab yo
She might drive a fancy car or even a pick up truck
That way she can haul yo ass to the house when ya get to drunk
Ain't nothin' like a county girl
it of me Lord and empty out this vessel
I know that this is all You cuz I ain’t nothin special
If I was I wouldn’t be in this predicament
So I bow
His promise
No doubts this ain't no Thomas
He still cares
Been through hell but I'm still here
The Lord has been sincere
What He said in His Word He
but everything under this tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next year come
I try to see the same thing,
by what I'm 'bout go through
Pray
Delivery me in thy righteousness
And cause me to escape
And climb thine air unto me
Save me Lord (pray for
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, "Yo, that was def!"
And everything seemed alright
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