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that I'm approaching UFO shit
What's a player to a God player coaching
On my know­it­all looking like I barely know shit
Straight face make em wonder if

""I have not tasted bread for weeks Snow is what I eat and drink My saga the saga of hunger and need The father of my father ancestors of my kin

The Forfeit

After the Burial

Forging a Future Self

2007

Every time your lips spill their poisonous words
They infect the ones you claimed to have cared for
We are gored by your serrated ways
We shed our

Holes in His Hands

Seven Places

Hear Us Say Jesus

through your desert
Wondering why and what you've become
You said you've slipped through the fingers
Of the hands of God

[Chorus:]
You've fallen out of His

wit the lakers 
By the way this gun was shakin you would think the earth was quaking 
You a son of god nigga ima give yo ass a halo

If the pigs come

V1:
At your crib
intoxicated
poured our heart and feelings by the fireplace
What you say?
I canʼt concentr0te
Iʼm magnetized, you pull me straight

sighs
It's alright
Life's a vibe
I blink and the
Days gone by
With little time
To feel what is inside
Hear your guide
Knob right
Getting amplified
We all

wanna pay me not your ordinary lady.

Now they know by ms. 32, so tell me what you want to do?
We can just go kick it, buy a ticket if you truly do.
Boy

always a time and a place bitch,
I make a move like I’m racin,
I pace it,
Sprint through the city got T and we mobile in metro just swangin,
Head on swivel

to hell-ah

Thanks to my god, thanks to my family I love yall to mars
Oh by the way, yall cant relate but they be folding like a Christmas card
huh I don't get

[Verse 1: Fellowman]
When you hear about what happened, even if you knew it was close,
there's a piece of you that won't believe it's true & think

of moving weight
I might move the bass
Hold my waist 
Keep a nice tempo & control the pace
Turn ya speakers up
If You can hear me that's what's up 
In God is

the paint
And I got it stamped
So you know it's official
Paint done at Rod
But the body by Fisher
Feeling my slow pace
I'm on the mud
Like a slow race
I could

matter
Cause it feels better
Inhale
I exhale all the pain
Why comparing all yo battles
Wasn't meant for the same
Wasn't meant to be sane
Thanking God that

bringing peace by the cases
If you only bringing bad energy
I don't need that type of s*** around me
Lames ain't left in my memory
People ain't as real

a deer
Chase away the demons, God and I come in a pair
So much shit that I wish I ain't shared

I can't give no fucks, you can't stop me
I can't give no

no title, me losing my pace
Chasing a chase of a person with the sweetest disposition and a sweeter face
Forever ever sleeping figure eight
Coz my

people changing up
Time rush by so fast
The Memories flash
And feelings relapse
Rekindling ash
From bridges that no longer extend
And I begin to be sad

remain humble all I gatta do is get fly the name dumbo
All you tryna do is get by that shit dumb tho 
All I gatta do is point god (guard) I'm like rondo

the pace slow 
Or the grace low
If God forgive why the saints don't
The realest niggas fade in plain clothes 

Mmm
C'est la vie
I got money, I got weed
I got

You're a violator - a violator of the lion law 
It's time to pay the price of the piper so what you winin' for?
You lyin' whore! I've seen your kind

Never thought I'd make it
But that God for his blessings
My motivation
Driven by my insatiable appetite for cash
It's time for me to fucking mash
I could

having to worry about money
We thought about the trials that'd you have to face
We fought about the types of miles that'd you have to pace
We stayed

need one take to make the top charts
We are one step away from being sponsored by pop tarts
The people in this business don’t have a clue what they’re