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Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Aiming guns in all my
quit
Life fuckin me so often got a condom on my dick
Well put it on me
I got nothin on you
And this world won't be painful
I can take your pain
If it
Here she comes
Yeah
VERSE 2
Your my man
So take my hand
cnd
I'll take a stand
For our love and life
Yeah
Couldn't think about ever leaving
I'd never
A tabernacle for him to speak in public
And repent by the dozens
Or maybe a castle big enough to fit his kids and his cousins
To run it up until his kids get
and he knew it was the Lord
And Jesus said,
“Child, lift your head, and
Chorus 2
Believe
Now you see it with your eyes
Believe
See my hands and touch my
don't beat me up is on my birthday.
BRIAN
Oh shut up.
BEN
Well, your type makes me sick! You come in here, you get treated like
Royalty, and everyone
in the plate, eating my soup
Now you're on a negative vibe, then rob me
Brooklyn Zu, we float through like foreign currency
[Spiritual Assassin of Zu
fortress
Could've chose anyone but he saved poor Chris
Now his grace is my wealth, I'm rich in his glory
More abundant is my life, it's only half
paper, shit is still ghetto
But fuck it black, you living your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used to be
with paper, s*** is still ghetto
But f*** it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used
I got active
Pull my weight, no lackin
Putting in work
What's your worth
Boi you average
So OD with my team, we a faction
Stash that green
Throw that
of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me? That's none of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's only my opinion
I may be right
by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your
F.A.B.L.E. we was getting jipped by these promoter thieves
Lord my life would change when I met Hadee
All this Chicago haters city ish just went out the window
I put my hands together and pray
God bless the grind
Stunt this hard, they call it death-defying
What the fuck is show and tell?
To the deaf
Tabernacle
Got the Word
Like playing Scrabble
I think it's time for battle
Braking shackles
Lighting candles
I know the Lord by my side
And in his word I
life to my lips
Your love is the key, help the fallen one see
A place beyond the sun, deliver him to me
To know what he's meant for, a pillar of progress
comes to my love, know there's never a question, uh
This is a token of my affection
When you staring in the mirror, don't recognize your reflection
presence broke through, a beacon of grace
You lifted me up, in your warm embrace
You bring me back to life oh-oh
When I'm drowning in the dark, you're my
New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
what a pity -- blunts is still fifty
think your concept for freedom’s bondage
I'll keep it honest, but my opinion is weak in context
Well here's my process
below average and you're bad at rapping
I'm the God in this tabernacle and my skin is tougher than a No Life Shaq reaction
Went from an intro that was
the penny drops
Yeah, I'm a wordsmith with a black heart
Got trouble making bright art
Figure out where time starts
To take the course of life by both hands
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