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Our Father in heaven, hallowed be name
kingdom come, you will be done
On as it is in heaven

Got my chariot
You know I'm alive
Be it or Hades
You know I survive
Swing low, low
low, swing low
Keep my above everything
Yea, you know that I'm
Got my angels in swing
Yea, can phase me
Swing low, low
Swing low, low
And
And

All these rappers
Playin' rappers, actors
Me, I kept it
Me, I did it, this my chapter
here where bodies lay
Mumified and on
Zulu the shackles
Freein' be the up and keep
You gon' make me catch a body like them fuckin' do
Or you gon' make me have to make a record about you
You gon' make me have to have gold teeth and tattoos
You gon' me have to crash Mercedes, so I'm beggin' you
Shut the ballin' late in Dublin, fluid in my cup and
Broken dreams and wet dreams, there's inside my gut
All you say is, "fuck me better"
Chicken grease up on my
Fast food and bad mood's equivalent of better
Yea, I my 'fro intact
causin' heart attacks, bitches on my fuckin' lap
Toe tags and handbags, the smell my balls sag
Portraits of my mama's face, poppa I'm sayin' grace
This here be my take

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

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

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