Lyrics:
proof ion dig assumption
Peep who gave dey all
So da gift was nothing
Call when you can
Old line redundant
Feel like errytime
Try ta reach it's nothin
It
Fuck that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a give a shout out to my niggas
I ain't givin' a shout to no-fuckin'-body, fuck that
Big Baby Jesus
I leave the booth, they put yellow tape up
Hair weave killer, messing up her make-up
Pyrex vision and I'm bout to cook a cake up
Get a fork, add
to understand, we stand slanted
And still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
And still, the best
out)
I wonder if I'm gonna fly
And if the birds are in the sky, singing maybe I can try
My black brothers say I’m too light to be black
Brother
filtered, no vignette
Jesus took on the cross, covering debt (Jesus!)
Got me lifting these bars, no bench press
Got me speaking some sense, to the senseless
destroying Edomites
These are nights when I stay up
Plagued by thoughts of triumph
Failure is such a welcome option
If your boss could try us
In a status where
by the blood
And I know that I gotta fast quick
Jesus is the truth
And I gotta let them all know
There are streets paved of gold
Rest for your soul
sorry self over booth number 2 for the crack pipe
Yeah, alright. I got your crack pipe right here baby
Whoa, Louis Vuitton never made a sweatsuit
But
things in your precious name
In Jesus name we pray amen
Amen
I'm watching you move
Proofs in the pudding and you are the proof
Saved by grace there's
My brothers do secular but I'm just like them I deliver
From a sinner to a winner
From a fast food meal to a five star dinner
This aint candle light
tenet we were brought up by the Benjamins
But not the green or president they named the second born
My brothers given me a testament that always kept me
the wave, and they riding it like a pony
Fuck all of you niggas I'd rather be by my lonely
Stop with all the bullshit, my nigga you a phony
Pocket watching
Fuck that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a give a shout out to my niggas
I ain't givin' a shout to no-fuckin'-body, fuck that
Big Baby Jesus
see is fog
At every attack of the devil you notice won sa ma nfa e lo
You no get fire but then you sabi get mouth
No get power, see my brother sabi
I might actually feel something if I don't cover it up
Watch their faces, familiar places
Even if they didn't left the vinyl booth that they stayed
If you have decided to trust in Jesus
And make Him your Lord
Congratulations!
There is celebration in Heaven whenever a sinner repents
And comes
slide I keep that flame tucked
Nah fr so please don't try it
A nigga try me we gon spin a benz
Want me to be honest ion need a friend
All of my feelings
by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just
the cross as done for us
We have to see it as done by us"
Well we know that the cross was done for us
Jesus was crucified for our sin
How was it done by us? I
to get, (?) to get, (?) to get
(?) flight, I shine bright when my brothers get in the booth
Make sure the space where you're thinking is safe and trigger
gatherin' yo thoughts
You pause for the cause,try to recall and remember
But the train is in reverse and the caboose is in the center
Cause your mind ain't
in this by yourself
When I need help I know I really do
I find my peace when I'm chilling in stu
I be going crazy when I'm sitting at the booth
Feeling
I'm ready to die for my Lord that is beside me
Know He got my back in my troubles He is by me
I've been feeling down so if anybody try me
I will tell
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