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Our Father in heaven, be your name
Your kingdom come, you be done
On as it is in heaven

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

All niggas rappers
Playin' rappers, greatest
Me, I it humble
Me, I did it, this my greatest
Written here where lay
and on display
Zulu the shackles
Freein' be the up and keep
You gon' make me catch a body like them rappers do
Or you gon' make me have to make a record about you
You gon' make me to have these gold teeth and tattoos
You gon' me have to crash Mercedes, so I'm beggin' you
the ballin' late in Dublin, purple 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 equivalent of hardly better
Yea, I keep my 'fro
Camel causin' heart attacks, on my fuckin' lap
Toe and handbags, the smell make my balls sag
of my mama's face, poppa knows I'm sayin' grace
This here be my take

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

93 my born
King [?]
His penmanship 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 they crashin' in
I was born to win
Crack heads in Dublin
Love me, me covenant
to my lover-hoe
She me down, I'm celibate
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Now I'm prayin', "hallelujah," that I'm not the
Crashin' up, that spinnin'
Way this rap been winnin'
was steady pluckin' chickens
Trophies in my mama's
Champagne and women fortify my old soul
Cause it's doin' numbers that I multiplied, I don't
Every record I be cryin' at my old hoes
Rejjie-this and Rejjie-that, you bitch, I hate y'all

Got my chariot
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 that I'm
Got my angels in swing
Yea, nothin' can me
Swing low, low
low, swing low
And
And