Enter the sensei, praise while I pose in the stance Dance or some bust ass advance so to enhance Your appreciation for one creation That God didn't make
fist Look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive rings Cut coke cookies, wrote poetry and broke noses B The voice from heaven, I'm God sent, of course
you don't deserve it I contemplate but in my heart I know you worth it Tell me can u get away? Ebony, can u get away? C'mon, let's go can u get away? Can u
shredder. you could eat ur weed just pop it in like popcorn, because its alll seeds and its god damn wrong. i chace fags like u when u show me the bag
game its gettin old girl u know i aint cheatin u jus wanna be in control but i cant be havin that cuz im a grinder and u know this u need 2 jus chill
it bac cum rewind, Imma dealer dealer, I brang it bac all da time, Dat coke dat hard dat crack o god, U get caught u cant get bac no charge, Nigga mouth
God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin And when dealin with the Lench Mob you gots to know Steady Mobbin is not just the name of this jam,
's sellin' more butt Don't even get a cut of the money His name is Sonny and he know to play And hope to God that he don't find a runaway That's lookin
Flesh: Amen, amen if you've felt the struggles, say ... ... amen, amen, amen pray, say ... ... amen, amen if you rollin?with god, say ... ... amen, amen
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop So
get mine See, ain't gonna be no drama 'cause we have a good time What's the point of giving me ultimatums? Smiling at my friends when U really hate '
in this bitch for taken hits, and protectin' shit Its a Fa'sho thing, I'ma bring drama or I'ma wet 'cha Ya bests be bout ya Issue, if not God bless ya
who didn't make it Hits without a trace, never seen the Big C Rae and Ghostface Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth Verse Three: U-God
kill me im God's best friend, i feel when the devil near me you can see it clearly, its death before dishonor, when it come down to the drama im the
no Horchata, haha, you gotta let it go, uh You got yo drama, yo baby, yo baby mama You gotta let it go, yo, you got yo problems Yo issues and God knows
energy into infinity Like a Nimbo; endless, trapped it, Kingu; A myth too ignorant Like the Sumerians Explorer of the solar system like Galileo Bring the mist of Mahabharata Celestial God
since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me This song you see is like an ode to God That he blessed my last breath to be Allah U Akbar And