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Our Father in heaven, be your 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
low, swing low
Swing low, low
Keep my above everything
Yea, you know that I'm
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 kept it
Me, I did it, this my chapter
Written here bodies lay
and on display
Zulu the shackles
Freein' be the up and keep
You gon' make me catch a body like fuckin' rappers do
Or you gon' make me to make a record about fuckin' you
You gon' make me have to have these gold and tattoos
You gon' make me have to crash Mercedes, so I'm 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 grease up on my
Fast food and bad mood's of hardly better
Yea, I keep my intact
Camel causin' attacks, bitches on my fuckin' lap
Toe tags and handbags, the smell my balls sag
Portraits of my mama's face, poppa knows I'm grace
This here be my take

Got my waitin'
You I'm stayin' alive
Be it or Hades
You I gotta survive
Swing low, low
low, swing low
Keep my feet everything
Yea, you know that I'm
Got my angels in swing
Yea, nothin' can me
Swing low, low
low, swing 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 city
Love me, keep me
Prayin' to my
She me down, I'm celibate
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Now I'm prayin', "hallelujah," I'm not the shooter
up, that record spinnin'
Way before this rap winnin'
was steady pluckin' chickens
Trophies in my kitchen
Champagne and lovely women my old soul
Cause it's doin' numbers I multiplied, I don't know
Every single record I be at my old hoes
Rejjie-this and Rejjie-that, you fuckin' bitch, I hate

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