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Please... does a priest need a ten-foot pole to baptize little Linus minus the lap ride and tease? Evolution is a leader depleter, seeker needy sheep idol
No comparison
Dreamville like Marion Jones on the steroids
Y'all niggas slow as a heroin high
Y'all had a year, y'all had a year
Y'all had a year,
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm
you some shit
I'ma show you where my niggaz stay sure on the mix
I'ma show you where the pain and the poetry is
Ghetto young's spend a lot of time
accept me for who I am
Just understand maybe I can find a place
Where it's okay
Chante's profile is not marked private
Just by her pics you can
See why
often told that your home is where your heart is
That sayings old, my home departed
That’s why I’m guarded and it’s why I haven’t started
To focus on my
the correct armor
Embracin' meekness, walk by faith, you can't see this
It's more than what you believe in
I'm talkin' bout imitatin' Jesus
When that dark storm
drive, nigga was action packed
That's Atlantis apartments, we live in half the back
That's where the 12 year olds there, they wbe flashing crack
chill, chill
Hold up
Aww shit, oh shit
Guy look who that is
Look who rolled up in this piece
Peace y'all
Word up, brooklyn everyday
Hey yo yo, lets do
and awe, she amazed, surmised
And Dali paints a ghastly night
Ghostly by accounts of those men who write
Imagine what we'd do if no one knew
What's red is
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on my window
So you see a n**** shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
Y'all ain't rocking with the videos, ain't checking out the songs
I pray to the man above and He put me where I belong
I was wondering where He at when
You've got all the stars in Super Mario
So why are you still playing? Your scenario is bland
Take me by the hand
I want to stay home
Tell me bout your
old what do I do, where do I go?
Adriaan who do you think you are?
You don't know what I've been through
At school they always make me look Like a fool
steps
I'm here to put my foot up on your neck and never let up
And then tell you straight to your face
That I'm ten times better
I'm backed by God
So I
Who's next to flip on that cat
With that grip on rap
The most shady, Frankie baby
Ain't no telling where I may be
May see me in DC at Howard Homecoming
like I talk Tai
Mix it with Spanish lingo
Seguimos El Messias Christo
By His Blood we're hechos iqual
"Let my people go": the sequel
Mi problems? All
NEW GUN
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employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'm a swisher man
8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'!
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put
the beating of my heart
Of we the people set on love on foot and set apart
Where it all began
The Sunday bell
The promised hell
The second chance
Of we
We all go through struggles, times where life just feels difficult
In Matthew 4.1 it says
Then Jesus was lead by the spirit into the wilderness to be
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