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Our in heaven, hallowed be your name
Your kingdom come, you will be
On as it is in heaven

Got my waitin'
You know I'm alive
Be it Heaven or
You know I gotta
Swing low, low
low, swing low
Keep my feet above
Yea, you know I'm crazy
Got my in full swing
Yea, nothin' can me
low, swing low
Swing low, low
And
And

All niggas rappers
rappers, greatest actors
Me, I it humble
Me, I did it, my greatest chapter
Written here bodies lay
Mumified and on
Zulu with the
Freein' be the up and keep
You gon' make me a body like them fuckin' rappers do
Or you gon' make me have to a record about fuckin' you
You gon' make me have to have gold teeth and tattoos
You gon' make me to crash Mercedes, so I'm beggin' you
Shut the ballin' in Dublin, purple fluid in my cup and
Broken and wet dreams, there's alcohol inside my gut
All you say is, "fuck me better"
Chicken up on my sweater
Fast food and bad mood's equivalent of better
Yea, I keep my 'fro
Camel causin' heart attacks, bitches on my lap
Toe and handbags, the smell make my balls sag
Portraits of my mama's face, poppa knows I'm grace
This be my only take

Got my waitin'
You know I'm alive
Be it Heaven or
You know I survive
low, swing low
Swing low, low
Keep my feet above
Yea, you know I'm crazy
Got my angels in swing
Yea, nothin' can me
Swing low, low
low, swing low
And
And

93 my date
It's [?]
His penmanship will resonate and legacy
In relay, yea
stimulate, yea
regulate, yea
Try to educate, yea
imitate, yea, yea, yea
Two big for the low, you snake
Our they came crashin' in
I was always to win
Crack in Dublin city
Love me, keep me
to my lover-hoe
She hold me down, I'm
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Now I'm prayin', "hallelujah," I'm not the shooter
up, that record spinnin'
Way before this rap been
Y'all was pluckin' chickens
in my mama's kitchen
Champagne and lovely fortify my old soul
Cause it's doin' numbers I multiplied, I don't know
Every single record I be cryin' at my old
Rejjie-this and Rejjie-that, you fuckin' bitch, I hate

Got my waitin'
You I'm stayin' alive
Be it Heaven or
You I gotta survive
Swing low, low
Swing low, low
Keep my above everything
Yea, you know I'm crazy
Got my angels in full
Yea, nothin' can me
low, swing low
Swing low, low
And
And