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Lyrics: Playa Fly. Da Game Owe Me. N God We Trust.


In God we trust, in God we trust.
I waited patiently for God to help me
Then he listened and he heard my cry
He has given me a new song to sing our praises to our God on high.
Now many will hear of the glorious things he did for me
And stand in awe before the Lord, and put their trust in Him.
Oh God of the armies of Heaven
Blessed are those who trust in you, trust in you.

[First Verse:]

True is to it
But I did not do it by myself, ya dig?
Bet you often wonder how this youngster's bump is super sick
Bet you wonder how you breathe?
Bet you wonder why the leaves
Fall up off the trees
In the Fall, but this what Fly believe
Fly believe in G-O-D
Fly believe in S-P-V
Fly believe in M-2-3, and this for L-I-F and E
Devilish fools make Satanic moves
Breakin' golden rules
Doin' what they choose will quickly send them to eternal snooze
Lookin' at every group that is produced by Fly are holdin' hands
Of the Holy man
I stand beside and call upon, so should my fans
If you down with Flizy, or live in a sound mind
Like love and hate, between life and death
It sure is a thin line
And lizines (lines) get crizzossed (crossed)
Devils get tizzosed (tossed)
Angels get hizigh (high)
But no time gets lizost (lost)
You must want to wizalk (walk)
The talk you tizalk (talk)
You should have repented when Fly said time was shizort (short)
And Fly won't get kizaught (caught)
Instead I'm gone rush, I'm gone thrust
With Minnie Mae
Passin' demonic haters, traitors

[Chorus:]

In God we trust
Fly true to this game til' Fly bust
Til' my body bites the dust, Fly ain't tryin' to give this up
In God we trust
I'm true to this game til' Fly bust
Til' my body bites the dust, I ain't tryin' to give this up
I'm gone ball, I'm gone fall, upon God Fly gone call
It don't matter what's the cause
And Flizy tellin' this to y'all, in God we trust

[Second Verse:]

It's true like Devil's in disguise, plenty blessings in disguise
If you wanna peep 'em, you can see 'em with your inner eyes
Any day, that's every day, cuz every day you wake and shake
Just a normal blessing that you catch but pay attention late
Wake and yawn in the morn, at the crib gettin' up
Or two o' clock in the A.M. in the club gettin' real buck
He gone make his prescence felt
He's my guiding light and help
And help me keep my faith when on the run or takin' sliding steps
Givin' more than satisfaction
Off the Wall like Michael Jackson
Excellence of expertise has helped me be the main attraction
Just to get attention with
Even bear to witness this
Flowers are to be praised or to be raised, but this one I whipped
This the deal and Fly won't fake it
Take it how you wanna take it
Flizy gonna tell what God lizuv (love) to make sure Flizy make it
Push and shove and people love it
You decide the way you ridin'
And if you ride this way, then makin' pay won't be your only prize
So look into the situation
Put aside your fame and wealth
And you might find somethin' you can cherish more than life itself

[Chorus]

[Third Verse:]

And now that I have wrote it, I wonder what you'll think about it
Will you say it's Gospel rap or would you say "That brotha bout it"?
I wonder, but don't care about your opinion I just state the facts
No matter what I do, or what I did with Him I stay intact
Too legit was not my style
I preferred to buck and wild
And I would always pray for better days, that would come after while
Things got better, things got worse, and man it hit me where it hurts
And took the Father of this only son six feet up under dirt
He dimmed the lights upon my stage
A light, but they closed the curtain
So Bill is still Gettin' It On, Movin' On, and this for certain
And since he's not here with me, you think I come alizone (alone)?
But Bill Chill shines off in me, with God in his whole King-dom
I'm still standin' strizong (strong)
And waitin' on my thrizone (throne)
And live for the dizzay (day) that God calls me hizome (home)
Until then I'll rizzoam (roam), the face of the Izzerth (Earth)
And shoot for the stizars (stars), on days of my bizzerth (birth)
And play in the dessert that God put here for us
And you come play with me
If my God you trust
Who you trust?

[Chorus x2]

SOUTH SUCKA!!!!!!!!