Lyrics:
to buy Ellene a dream house
She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlaw
Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this
to the Lord!”
Taking all donations, and walking out that door!
“We know all you people could give more!”
And they’re driving fancy cars, and I’m stuck in this
bigger
Mama gonna dress ya and lord
Gon bless ya nigga
In the middle of the night it's hot
Call toll take a Frank mean yall to the spot
Cash Money rules
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Lord please take my wings
Cuz I ain't bright enough to work these fancy things
I lose my teeth and I go blind in all my dreams
too
daughters
But done by scratches so save that water
This jam is packed so I just figure
All we need is the house to get bigger
ago down on my knees
Pray to the Father Almighty
Say my own delay make He do am for me ee
Lord of Mercy send my helper to me
Bless me with this money
Of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her
Now she's tellin me to visit, who else is home?
I check the house before I bone, so we all alone
After I
2329, Carolina buckin'
Shot a pussy nigga in his face, Miss Connie ain't say nothin'
Every time I'm in the section, pull up, and bless her with
Lord I ask that you can guide the body I put this chain on
It’z hard to close my eyes from problems I got my name on
I remember cryin’ for the opp
dream
I could see some bad peeps
Killing for the cemetery
Lord help me out when I pray
Have mercy, bless me
Shield me with your grace
I see no reason why
the snakes I keep on learnin
But I gotta bless the Lord, cause all these blessings keep on comin
Find that play after play, cause I'ma have to keep on thumbin
Just like the Israelites
But lord of we seek you
And your righteousness
You will lay everything out in your way
Lord this a dream he been dreaming
Since
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
Drunk DJ
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
me at first
But now my conscience is free
I ask the lord to give me strength
And bless the hood
And keep these fake motherf**kers out my life for good
used to bother me at first
But now my conscience is free
I ask the lord to give me strength
And bless the hood
And keep these fake motherfuckers out
Jesus I need you
Need you to lead me into the things that you have for me
Lord be my strength through this day that I can not take
I was made for you
malachite, I mean calamite
Lord I call on might, sat at night, ballied up waiting for the yutes to walk on by
I saw the tents and the blood stains
and declare that Jesus is Lord
Most times I console myself believing you're with God
And knowing you deserve a better place than this wicked world
Rest in
I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers
Down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was
and we ain't second either
Need to get up and get out and cut that bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch house
The lack of makin'
all the blows in the octagon
Go full T3ch 9ine, put a rock up on ya
Got no seatbelts when I Chaka Khan
This whole things held by me oh my
Me oh my I'm
nights
Heating up the house up by the stove
Walk in any store now, buy anythin' I want
Most of these rappers be lyin' to win
While me and my niggas been
every limit, now I live by three words
God did it, they say I'm lookin' healthy
I've been covered in this image, I once was livin' guilty
Till he changed
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