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gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
underwear somebody say oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Check it out all the homeboys gather round 'cause
Repeat after me
Shit, God damn, get off
I'm not a singer but it's time that they heard my voice
I'm with the Kingdom, serving God is my willing choice
Demeanor changed but my background not
a demon rocking Palm Angels
(Rocking Palm Angels)
(Palm Angels, rocking Palm Angels)
I can't believe, I called you my brother
(Damn) when I get a million
Where you did confirm your inheritance,
When it was weary.
Your congregation has dwelled there:
You, O God, have prepared all that is good for
They claim the gang
But really they wanna see you fall
I pray to God so I got it all
They don't want you on top
So they spread the hate
You with
cash
I'm a real nigga they won't see again
Pray to my God we don't go to the feds
We don't go to the feds
I pray all that money don't go to my head
in them cages
Don't you get in my way cuz you ready know how my aim is
Turn all my street niggas to some king's Lebron James'n (Aye aye)
Woke up and I
with her
Baby don't bring up last night
Probably just leave it at home
Cause You don't want to know all the things I did
When I was out with
I was out
joined co-workers for drinks. Get drunk, shoved down pizza or fries, go home, give my fast asleep husband a hug and wake up again. Rinse repeat.
Being in
of battlin' me will make your heart stop
Figures like James you'd wish our Bonds swapped
not convertible like a car with a hard top
I'm a marked god, you're
without trusting
Yea too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS and a few
building
Call me James harden
Cuz I love to tote a rocket
All this money in my pocket
They can see it
When I’m walking
I’m a cool
Little nigga
Never worry
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
get me in heaven
Trying to get to day seven
Controlling all this aggression
When I see you got so many questions
Like why, did you make this way
Like
body
I might sit straight on your home
Kill them all
Make sure they dead
I want see red blood
And when we caught them in the mall
We punched they head
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
saved, take His name to the grave, yeah
Yeah
When it's God on my side man it's too easy
When I get the rock it don't stop for the home team
Lob it up
His driver's license said James he went by Jim
A gangster wanna be and baby that was him
He stole his uncle's 44 last Friday night
Said if I
it's game's on, for the pain, gonna break his dang bones
Cause James wrong; get him a hook, to hang on
And drain Holmes veins, get em to switch his
you rappers ain't safe, uh
All you singers ain't safe, uh
First single had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques into place
Dropped Luv, went top
Biblical
Sticks and stone break bones but choppas will get rid of you
Rode by your home and left it looking like a peekaboo
Fuck a truce I'm Zues
finish payin you?
All these payments, madness and mayhem
Gotta go to church and say Aaaa-men
God, help me pay them!
Now I'm sure you've heard this story
I'm never gonna change (never gonna change)
When the singer Rob calls the police on me
Y'all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
See what I
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