Lyrics:
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
crash
I was in the school, don't see you pass
I tried the Perky but it ain't work, and I'm a still pop 'em
Drinking purple, smokin' purp, I need to see
won't cry till the day I die
Smoke my smoke good lord I fly
Don't need you
Imma get it on my own
I'm so numb I cant feel my soul
I've lost my soul
I'm
second guessing
I be felling muhamad cause I'm one greatest
If this my shot u know I gotta take it
I'm having vision demons I ask the lord don't let em
And I don't know where my mind is at
I'm feeling stressed
And I don't know where to find it at
I'm feeling stressed
Blinded by tears
Lord forgive us
Guns
Yuh, Lil Big Boy
Yeah I'm puttin' out a hit
Ain't no record
But you know I make it big
Lord bless 'em
When I pull up with the stick
Learn your
And lo, the Lord said unto the Nephites:
"I know you're really depressed,
what with all your AIDS and everything
but there is an answer in
you stabbed
Put this eagle on your head
Now you Donovan Mcnabb
I don't want nobody knows they missing
I'm with niggas that beat murders
Like OJ Simpson
.
Nearly everyone knows me from Smith to Lord Rosebr'y,
I'm Burlington Bertie from Bow.
I stroll with Lord Hurlington,
Roll in The Burlington
Call for
saving the earth
Cool you got a yeti bottle, that fucking shit aint up your worth
I'm just from the north, we drinking Loko thats just from the fourth
Ya
I'm all you got, ho, you know I'm the God, ho
The God of the sun and the light, like Apollo"
Tunechi
Pray for my enemies
Lord, I need clarity
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh.. UHH
Yeah..
Uhh.. uhh..
Uh! Yeah.. yeah..
Uhh..
I'm on..
Fuck em.. yeah, uhh..
With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit
to speak in public
To this girl that I seen on Douglas
She gon get it off me
I just need some comfort
Lord knows I ain't the only one
I'm with you Dunc
drinking straight brown (7/11 nigga, you know)
You know, 10 to 4, shake 'em up, talk shit, hit my drink and let 'em go
Even when I'm on the road a gangsta
through my Lows
I was hanging by the rope
And I know my Lord He picked Me
On a mission for His home
And His gold
Jesus got me
So even when I'm broke
Im
trying
I'm sending you, all, my, prayers
Cause Lord I need some strength
I know that you can make, it better
So stop on by
See my body was in so much
cal was acting like he broly
U already know the fucking story
Ain't no way u fuckers could ignore m
Me I'm a ride this till my glory nigga I am never
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I Flight the night from LA to NY
I'm Harlem bound
You see
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga
Hi-Tech, so I'm drinking on Act' today
I'ma pull up in style, we gon' do a drive by in the Wraith
I'ma take it to trial, pray to Lord I beat the case
to reach you son
I rock shows every day with Miss Cita's son (ya know)
Then I'm uptown, baby like I'm Peter Gunz, ha (Uptown)
Or Lord Tariq, to the Lord
a keeper
I'm servin the Father I do this for him cuz Lord knows that I need him
The world is so toxic, I can barely breathe
It's people that's getting
that Mike GLC, I hope The Lord forgives me
Hope the lord forgives me (Oh Lord)
I'm fucked completely
I dare man say we ain't the truth
When I see
Imagine if a sinner made it living on a prayer
Lord knows they hate us lemme tell you how the Rich & Famous didn't want us there
Yeah, it took
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