Lyrics:
The wisest one, I build my house up with bricks
So when the storm came, we just came together in the Lord's name
Bruh, I sold drugs
Bruh, I been grimy
a bum
I been like this since I was young
I keep spendin' all my money
I ain’t knowin' where it’s goin'
But shit, I’m knowin' how it come
I thank the Lord
his lap
Matter fact
I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back gunshot
The screen reads: "This is a
Satire by Kendrick Lamar"
It's not
moms was so strong
Don't let them get you fed
This world is yours she said
Now nothin that stoppin me but two to the head
In life there's more
them get you fed
This world is yours she said
Now nothin' that stoppin' me but two to the head
In life there's more to come
When its all said
town
Seemed to have nothin' better to do
Then run around his house
With their tongues from their mouth
Make fun of that crippled old fool
And he was
I thought nothin' of it as I grabbed the remote
I pushed the power button, and then I almost choked
When I heard this awful voice comin' from behind
the Lord had planned for me
I wouldn't trade my life for nothin'
I'll even take my strife's and strugglin's
Got blessings by the bushels and the dozens
I
bless
Your soul, cause he'll take the rest
The power of the mind should not be wasted
But the agony of defeat is always tasted
By those who chose
where is the dough-dough-dough (Where it's at, nigga?)
Somebody better tell me, Lord bless his soul-soul-soul-soul
When I kick in your door (boom! Get
the spirit of the Lord
I can
I can
I can
I can
I can feel it
Lord now that my up is down
I’ve been sitting around this house and thinking To myself Lord please
what I say, we are not goin' away, this is the work of the Lord
Grindin' for all of my days, ain't no more play, this what He makin' me for, I'm gone
in the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
Mind, body, and soul, soul, mind, and body
Never sell your soul for no amount of money
Men
nothin, whatever you're doin is makin my brain feelin the touch
Eliminate hate, open the palms and carry your babies, I sing this song
Walk in the garden
I feel I'm at my house
Just lounging on that couch and eating cookies made by girl scouts
It's like you live in every single corner of my dreams
I don't want none of this to fall apart (no)
I thank the Lord (Lord), I thank my bond
I just take all of my problems to god
I don't want none of us
and you can trust me
So we can make this Valentine's Day
The best it can be
We can go rob the house down the street, babe
You and me
Oh what's more
An Infinity link
See, that's the strongest link in the world
By far stronger than the Cuban
It runs in the blood
(Buddah, bless this beat)
Go
the Cullinan
This a fancy truck
Twinkle show when they see my
Chains, they be dancin', huh?
A lot of niggas want me dead
But I'm hard to touch
They love to see
tryna send it, it can't be up
That day you sounded like a bitch, you fancy, huh?
Damn, how can I forgive like this?
I gotta dead a lot of shit just
there
Because He didn't kill you for all the sinful acts that you committed
But he justified you
God bless me with this song, it simply speaks the life
gotta be friends
You can bless my heart, curse my name you ain't even gotta pretend
Tell me how you feel lord knows you will
But this is how it comes
My Brother Dizz made this (What's hatnin' Dizz?)
We back (We back)
The Weeklys (Weeklys)
Shout out Greek Goddess, Miss Fancy Styles
What's
used by you
So I try to relax!
Bump One House Worship
Grab my pad
Ebenezer, all of your leaders
Guide us back to your path
Resist the enemy and he will
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