Lyrics:
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
Niggas ain't even riding for they self
Nigga I'm finna slide in by myself
Ain't gon' tell you how I'm gon' do it 'cause I'ma do it by myself
When I'm in
Covid 19 got us sheltering in places
With gloves and masks on our faces
And it seems that we don't have a clue
On where to turn to or what to do
state
I'm a ten, you're an eight
Like what I do before, after and durin' rape
You wanna get into a pissin' contest and find out who's better?
And be
don't know what's your problem
Maybe we can do something we can solve them
But Lately I've been thinking you just want me cause you know that I️ am
the day
I know my bills been paid
I know that bag look right
Yeah, God been good alright
Good alright, good alright, Good alright
(My God been good alright)
I was sitting back, and I was thinking man
I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more, you know
Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know
I was sitting back, and I was thinking man
I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more, you know
Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know
talkin' sayonce
I'm talkin' 'bout talkin' to God
I mean just like once
What I do before I rhyme, every day is I pray
I pray to God that he make
These songs
she fucking herself
And really don't need your help by a god damn self
Have you feeling like a real rookie
That's what I like to call stipper pussy
I was sitting back and I was thinking man
I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more you know
Cham I don't know what to do yo ya know
Seem
the night sky
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
And you wonderin' where is God in your nightlife
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
canteen
Vacuum packed and air tight through and through
Chop chop!
We've got a lot to do!
Suck out the oxygen so Bill won't rot
What?
Add dry ice so
canteen
Vacuum packed and air tight through and through
Chop chop!
We've got a lot to do!
Suck out the oxygen so Bill won't rot
What?
Add dry ice so
time I do what I wanna
And I know how to treat a woman proper 'cuh I seen mama suffer
No money but we had life, I go hungry, let my brother take my
ain't gonna be so fucking funny doggie
Why'all niggaz think it's all sweet, right?
You running around fucking niggaz girls like that shit's to do
You
Now it's time for us to do what's right
Do God's Will and rescue me
I'm drowning in the ocean can you see
Do God's Will and rescue me
The water is
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
don't even know were the fuck I'm going
I'm just gonna go were ever the money at
Okay
Oh
My
God I have to live
Yeah
Oh
My
God I have to live
You know
I
power's so immense
But people without me make no sense, god damn
Yeah, the world revolve around me, the law evolve around me
The shit people do to get
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
survival
What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated,
shit stank
What's da need fa frontin
Yo ass ain't no better
Nigga clean ya drawls
You betta shred
You take yo bills n punch em
Das Tyson's right hook
You
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