Lyrics:
Matthew 22:14 says
For many are called, invited and summoned
But few are chosen
My son I have a mission for you
It's not Gonna be easy
And at times
her sister's name
But he stays right there with her
Keeping her safe 'til her last day
Honey, don't you worry
Everything is gonna be just fine
I'm here
meets the wind
So misunderstood but
I'm headed in the right direction
So as for the title question, am I a good man?
Nah, there's only one that's good
old friend back
Sometimes you know he stands right here
Clonazepam's some nasty shit
Leads you away into nowhere
So no-one can quite reach you
And you
the gold
Sittin' on my shoulders unlike whatever y'all told
They here always more than often
Retire me from my fears no Scott Cawthon
Nothing can bother me
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
consideration to the athenian religion
Has been given to this whole project,
Which can be interchanged by the entire record buying public.
It is not quite
many hours done
What's on your mind
What's on my mind
Is really quite the same
I've been working so hard
And I'm ready to play
I know just the right
all white, call it Scott Storch
You don't feel me, ice grill me
Hate so bad, you wanna kill me
What it be, dog? We getting money here
Wanna
with lead, the same, sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
and
Then this is what he taught us
Nothing shines in these mines but
There are some subway lines
If you wait by the gate there's
A train coming at 8
From
to right
Followed by savagery
The Dragon charged at them angrily
Truly a sight to see
The Dragon devouring
The blood empowering
The army charged
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler
'Cause he's calling it it's Clyde's Song
Nothing on your mind
There's a lot on my mind and I'm laying here saying you're being unkind
'Cause you're
'Cause he's calling it it's Clyde's Song
Nothing on your mind
There's a lot on my mind and I'm laying here saying you're being unkind
'Cause you're
Minaj by my sons (O oh)
You do all your flexing for funds
I run on you laps and you fun
I know I'm the chosen one
I don't see how you let nothing but
Uh, we got the black elite in the house tonight
Rosewood
I feel like I'm at the NAACP or something right now
Essence Festival
Q-Tip on the beat, too
Shorty I came here to wrestle
How bout you come to my castle
Sit on my saddle
Maybe give me a rattle
Promise I will not tattle
If you sucking me right
I'll
showing me how important it is to be strong
All of my choices led me to here
So many voices but nothing is clear
What if I'd turned left instead of right
Yea
I've been searching for some peace of mind
I've been, I've been popping collars, copping' dollars by design
Uh, yea, aye
Creepin', Lucy's peekin'
jesus ahki, the truth is right here, the pyramids of Giza will lead you to climb the right stairs I scribe by candlelight in a tight lair/ from underneath
they were preying on me
Rationalized by pure folly and realistic perceptions
They'll get back when it'll be time for the grand finale
Quite wicked
right be alert and that's a order
Team leader do you copy (cll Clear) don't fuck up.
Liberia west cfrica, for discussion
Everything in here is practical,
is taking me places
I cant quite recognize
But darling I just need you here
By my side
The animals move in
They just try to prove it
They all just
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