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

Got my chariot
You know I'm stayin'
Be it or Hades
You know I gotta
low, swing low
Swing low, low
my feet above everything
Yea, you that I'm crazy
Got my in full swing
Yea, can phase me
Swing low, low
Swing low, low
And
And

All these rappers
Playin' rappers, greatest
Me, I kept it
Me, I did it, this my greatest
here where bodies lay
Mumified and on
Zulu the shackles
Freein' be the up and keep
You make me catch a body like them fuckin' rappers do
Or you gon' me have to make a record about fuckin' you
You gon' make me have to have these teeth and tattoos
You gon' make me have to crash Mercedes, so I'm you
the ballin' late 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 of hardly better
Yea, I my 'fro intact
Camel heart attacks, bitches on my fuckin' lap
Toe tags and handbags, the make my balls sag
Portraits of my mama's face, knows I'm sayin' grace
This here be my only

Got my chariot
You know I'm alive
Be it Heaven or
You I gotta survive
Swing low, low
Swing low, low
my feet above 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 date
It's [?]
His penmanship resonate and legacy deteriorate
In relay, yea
stimulate, yea
regulate, yea
Try to educate, yea
imitate, yea, yea, yea
Two big bricks for the low, you
Our dreams they crashin' in
I was always to win
Crack heads in city
Love me, keep me
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'
Y'all was pluckin' chickens
Trophies in my kitchen
Champagne and lovely fortify my old soul
Cause it's numbers that I multiplied, I don't know
Every single record I be cryin' at my old
and Rejjie-that, you fuckin' bitch, I hate y'all

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