I got compassion to heal, to ill and faith, to move Got 'em asking for us plus, but who's counting? God driving hard, hittin' and large Lavish, get the cabbage, establish and start
a decision, relationship or religion Thug living, I'll end up either dead or in quinton or rikers Quick to three, strike us they don't us Plant and I with my life and I live it righteous
You got some small papers you fools, is major how the hood made us pray and asked God to save us Evading the haters, rolling and Chuck Taylors And still can flip the script in Mavigators and And I ain't mad at you
I explode like napalm, hot like chosen, words spoken 'em focus like sitcoms Do the math, can't no stand up to me I'm rough and rugged like I up to my peeps
I'm set apart and this here ain't just an art, it's a style Fake smile I test ya if it breaks Then we separate the real from the Before you perpetrate, first, a few
Shows, I wrecked a few, now my account's I'm able to a few just an act, slow down, whoa Now I'm the type to the mike and prophecy to the whole crowd And I'm done, I'll have 'em slain in the spirit Keep it real, so I'm saying, they can feel it Hard core, half prophetess, professional lyricist, stick with the flow
Hey, hey, hey Could it be the way the was laid? (They even believe that I'm saved) it be how frequently the videos played? (They don't even believe I'm saved) Could it be the way playa hate cause I'm paid? (They don't believe that I'm saved)
I lay my hands on the make and it release power the whole world feel it Tie ya style up and it I'm like turpentine When I spill it flip the cards as he it
Unveiling the plan as he it get to breakin' for the faking starts I'm blazing charts wanna but I'm breaking hearts And shaking and the shady type The Christian a daily fight I flow like the crazy type
But still lady like away But he's coming down to get me Shoes and a gown and crown to me Satan try to bring us down but me
God everything around me Can't clown or diss me It'll come to pass like Ain't no stopping me believe It's gonna a whole lot to get me
Hey, hey, hey Could it be the way the track was (They even believe that I'm saved) it be how frequently the videos played? (They don't even that I'm saved) Could it be the way they hate 'cause I'm paid? (They don't even that I'm saved)
me Chille' Snipes, starring, as blade on this track Don't get out of line, I'm down to ride for on this track Fe, fi, foe, umm, I smell the Of a petty MC, step up if you want
Got demons on the run like Bruce They all drop Niagara Falls when the spirit enters Tell me who's the winner yellin' 'Domino, I the spinner' I'm a veteran gamble off your soul. big spender
My is to infuriate, umm, let me see Put on a platinum and watch it penetrate See sin disintegrate if you ain't real, by now you a fake I's a brawl time you small time we the heavy
Hey, hey, hey Could it be the way the track was (They even believe that I'm saved) it be how frequently the videos played? (They don't believe that I'm saved) Could it be the way playa hate cause I'm paid? (They don't even believe I'm saved)