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Headshots broad day
Send them to heaven I shoot up the wake
Baguettes on my neck
Lord knows I need a blessing
Taking the money and wash it out
I
love you're heaven sent and I'm touched by the flame within ya
In the distance, the Blood Hounds bark and howl,
The lawmen know the money's gone, a dead
Heaven sent
But these thoughts so malevolent
I just bought a whip to crash out
On some reckless shit
Rather spread my money fore i spread a bitch
Say
heaven raising hell
And if I can stand up by myself
It's 'cause her gunpowder's running through my blood
And when I die put me in the ground beside,
still telling
Fuck! They still telling!
Fuck! Bust his melon!
All dogs don't go to heaven
Buttnaked with a MAC-11
Trappin' so hard I done broke my
the heavens
It rained on our parade but to the soil of my barren homeland, yo it's a blessing
And I, find my time indoors inspire thoughts
Nothing else to do
When you at the bottom
It always about a dollar
If we had more money
Money only adds more problems
Need it, now
Get, down
100, rounds
Homicide
Pull
met Meech, J-bo or Illz
Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
I'm like oh shit we gon' tear up this bitch, pull out
niggas gettin quaked by money
But The Horsemen here though
Comin through with the Hennessey and dough dough
I'm lookin at the niggas peepin out the hoes
I
abandoned by the property taxes
More money towards jail, than filling our backpacks
Ain't no books up in our classes
Now I ball like a socket, vision
the past
I ride by myself put the pedal all way to the floor only way I'ma stop if I crash
I'm married to money I never would go and put a bitch on top
Third eye is open like a tuatara
From a birds eye view I see through my karma
Like a church at the pew I pray for mana
I'll spread heaven like
Check Yourself by T.O.N.I.C
I'ma be the first one (one), to break the walls.
In the ghetto, I'm the great one (one) to make the call.
I'm in
a bandage
Heaven and the underworld, reapers and halos
"I'm a victim" is the only phrase they know
Money, crime, action, time
Can't mess this up for y'all,
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
the
Shit back to the stolen car
Drive and park by the house is not too far
My gear was fat but still no money though
Talked to my homey then got
and park by the house is not too far
My gear was fat but still no money though
Talked to my homey then got fronted so
Stackin my shit, hustlin cash
Gotta get
a nigga pass me by
Watch me floss on a real g
Before I lose this
With something hot on my mind
Turn it up
My mind on my money, and my thing is hard
Down
I'll freestyle on beats while I'm lifted
By GS till my mind says "ST:s a legend"
Divided like hell or heaven
And I've been down on both my fucking knees
Everybody want heaven
But no man want fi die ieee
Get unrebel mention
But nauh put nuh sacrifice oh no
Glory, man a kill fi di glory uh-yeah yeaah
I been on my lonely
Tryna get it by anyway
They gong keep on calling
Cause lately i been away
People say i changed
But really I'm still the same
They
open Heaven's doors
I should have talked to Paris more
I should have made some time to be with family
But of course
My time was money
And it turned into
Wetin be the problem oya unlock
This year na your year no dey finish
Abi na money make we reason
Take the bull by the horn
No dey wait for anybody
See
passing by
Heaven is my home
I’m coming, coming
And if heaven is not my home
Oh Lord what do I do
(JERM RAP)
What do I do whou!
Elevation
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