Lyrics:
the right thing to do
Lord knows I can't drink all
This soup by myself
You can push me against the wall
I'll treat you anyway that you want
Won't tell nobody
and take a walk
Or I'll amputate your mic
And repossess your core
I'm the man salute to the
Prince the power lord
My friends I'll mangle you if we tangle
Put
You can be
Whatever you want
When you're high
Walk slowly
With a spirit by your side
(Oh baby)
Don't fear if you lose your mind
Say how you
more
Let the darkness consume me
Embrace the wisdom of the fallen from grace
I let it guide me
Confront me not with your righteous ways
His
Yo real spit, this is Step Bros
The same relationship as Opio and Pep Love
I cop hieroglyphics i pop when I walk and I
Break when I hit the ground
I
I come from the mountains
Spring water and sunshine
I was raised on Jesus
And took communion with muscadine wine
My grand daddy taught me
At such
Hennessy
Walk in this bitch with a 5th of Hen
See some bad hoes, finna get it in.
When I start to trip, it’s prolly off the sip
It’s really one girl but I’m
in the gaps
Overnight bars, have em calling me amazon
Playing chess I been killing these pawns
Show's only just begun
Write my flows with a magic wand
there, and the mother of Jesus too, and if they had to be endowed, with power from on high, what about you? What about me? We cannot, get by! But listen;
Gather round people let me tell you're a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
Were opposite
By the banks of the river, where the willows hang down,
And the wild birds a'warble with a low moaning sound,
Down in the hollow where the water runs
By the banks of the river, where the willows hang down,
And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound,
Down in the hollow where the water
Gather round people let me tell you're a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
Were opposite
Gather round people let me tell you're a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
Were opposite
I'm broke
I made tricks like I'm ghost
I know the truth like I'm Ghost uh
Honestly it made me throw up
But by the way you gotta grow up
Priorities
Step to Johnny, and you'll be headed for a fall
Cuz I'm gonna punch you in your fuckin' balls
Oh, my Lord
Aw naw
Ya
Willows weep, the heavens
Blessed is the Man
Who does walk
In the council
Of the wicked or stand
In the way of sinners
Or sin
The mark for his delight
Is in the Lord
of you
If you don't abide
By all of my Rules
Step one
Cover your eye
Step two
Assume the disguise
Step three
Now you can see
Step four
Sing with me
We
These are my thoughts
Look at me dead
Are you seeing my corpse?
My eyes filled with tears
Knowing that my people done fought
And we still fight till
like a boss do
Wasn't happy with part 1, I started part 2
XO's by that jar, Crack got off too
Same niggas you will die for
Will probably cross you
Get
Righteous seed can't go astray
I been praying for my foes can't let the strife get in my way
The Road is narrow gate is strait
Close my eyes and walk by faith
attracted your body seems to talk
Now we walk side by side, hand in hand,
I think to myself good lord I'mma lucky man
You're my star
My guiding light
You've
in jets with a grin
Kinking glass gettin smashed off His blood
While the bills at home flood
Make ya pleas at the altar
They tell to walk on water
Christian loubs for them days when we prayed to the lord
2ks he really the youngest in charge
I told him one day he gon' be a star
Walk 'cross the stage they
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