Lyrics:
That's when God said to me
I am still in control
It changed my prospective, and so
Now the worry is over (yes)
And the doubt is gone away
God
Always give me the strength to endure my journey
So now we working by faith no need to worry
Any trouble with law and Christ is my attorney
Yeah Man
Yes
It's been said by those who ponder
That it surely is a sign
That a life touched by the stars
Is now running out of time
And that somewhere in that
to make us some dough
We stacking them Benjamin Franklins
Sale out da rows
Just to go buy her some clothes
Now she be over her feigning
She got them hoes
above the rising water line
Well, the sky is finally open, the rain and wind stopped blowin'
But you're stuck out in the same ol' storm again
You
sure, I take this over (Okay)
I is, you ain't
Pass out, you faint
So much cash, have to stack it in a folder (Cha-ching)
First one in
You the one that's
You're not ready for me and all that I bring
Cuz I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
So now you all know it's true that the C22 crew is coming
And now I'm so far from me, I feel like an open casket
They want the new Taylor Bennett, my posts is post-traumatic
My flow keep goin', you're cul-de-sac
your ears
It's thunderin', the rumblin', is it all over you're now wonderin'
That's when the telephone pole rips through the roof
And adds a wide
Here is mine, ready by my side
Take yours, it´s useful most of times
It´s all over now
It´s all over now
It´s all over now
Ain´t gonna pay the price
or the negativity
This, that shit, I'm trying to get paid by the fucking simile
I put clouds over rappers
In other words, I want smoke verse hitting
Like you walking
myself another new charge"
Hung up the phone, Did me some work
I started Bopping, listenin' to Kirk
TV is on, Jake Paul as Dirk
Disney had dropped him
Christ, the storm arrive
Six-foot-somethin' made of Spanish descent
What I write is fresh air like my hand's in a vent
Y'all 'bout to be lost like you
empty out the mag
We spin back like asap that's danger John Conner
My bitch like a stallion with ass like Rihanna
That head is amazing i promise i promise
Ferry me over like Charon
These mental grooves paint the Songs
Sometimes I sit by myself and I
Think
Rain's pretty pretty
Rain's pretty pretty
Rain's
shit, we be on it now
You should know bitch, we up on a cloud
And we always out for money
For power, blacker by the hour
Fade to it like MJ when baking
now you all know it's true that the C22 crew is coming for you
With a beat that's brand new
That's right 'cause I'm the big smooth and you be feeling my
as Cold War
Niggas talk about the
Suburbs
And it’s a
Short discussion
Everything supposed to be nice
Until your betrayed by your cousin
Now he Rushing
and over again)
And I just scream over and over again
Holding me Underneath
You built the trust in us just to watch it burn
I played calm now the storm is
[Pilot over PA]
"Folks I know you're all dying to know how long--
I cannot answer that now. We're gonna have to remain as technicians come over
Markas Verse:
What the fuck is you toastin to if it aint this?
What the fuck is you boastin for if your gang switched?
I told my brother stay
Have you ever been held captive by the thoughts in your mind
Ever been caught in, caught in a storm that appears to be on endless rewind
You try
failed Draped by Hell's infernal storm Is now obscured by the lust of vengeance Declaration of war As you arrive your death Glimpse the conquered before
places that you had to be
Now who is gonna be there for me
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Lady that was some kind
Some kind
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