Yeah
Uh huh
Follow along
Yeah
I fear no man got two and half gods inside of me
A living angel to you equivalent to a walking
Prophecy Yahshua nigga I don't mean Charlie Sheen
I don't see ya'll nigga's my blood is thicker
Nile river sort of like
Bullets a daily serving sickly that I almost caught a bite
My soul never left nigga my angel's still falling right
Right I never tell my right hand what my left hand is doing
Born by the nick I'm a Patrick Ewing
No Saint Nicholas in my worlds Christmas but
I wrap like it every days a holiday so my nigga
Life is priceless you could try to buy a vowel it means
Nothing to these prices I'm living lifeless
Running around with big guns for little
Mice cause nigga's still rating oh yea
And new bitches they still has been's couldn't cope
With the coupe still asking where I have been
VA Northern up turnpike burning up
Hard work looking easy unborn son I am they thought
I was gone turn to dusk loud movement f*ck a hush
Nigga you can't stomach me I am too much for yo body to process
Organic style of rap yo product is processed nigga it takes
A process for you to f*ck with my progress I'm in the cockpit
Plane to see I land on easter runway nigga worship me thats right
I'm your religion come to this church of music drink my description
But from the holy chalice your witnessing a god nigga through these
Rap ballads I'm in the palace dwelling within my Kingdom and just
Like god you could hear him and not see him nor
Could you ever meet him half man and half sheep
Carpenter of these words literally watch how I better these nigga's
Religious literacy the pearly gates we only meet
The evils beat with my holy water my
Nigga just kneel for me my Second Timothy
Yeah
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Yeah
Uh huh
Follow along
Yeah
I fear no man got two and half gods inside of me
A living angel to you equivalent to a walking
Prophecy Yahshua nigga I don't mean Charlie Sheen
I don't see ya'll nigga's my blood is thicker
Nile river sort of like
Bullets a daily serving sickly that I almost caught a bite
My soul never left nigga my angel's still falling right
Right I never tell my right hand what my left hand is doing
Born by the nick I'm a Patrick Ewing
No Saint Nicholas in my worlds Christmas but
I wrap like it every days a holiday so my nigga
Life is priceless you could try to buy a vowel it means
Nothing to these prices I'm living lifeless
Running around with big guns for little
Mice cause nigga's still rating oh yea
And new bitches they still has been's couldn't cope
With the coupe still asking where I have been
VA Northern up turnpike burning up
Hard work looking easy unborn son I am they thought
I was gone turn to dusk loud movement f*ck a hush
Nigga you can't stomach me I am too much for yo body to process
Organic style of rap yo product is processed nigga it takes
A process for you to f*ck with my progress I'm in the cockpit
Plane to see I land on easter runway nigga worship me thats right
I'm your religion come to this church of music drink my description
But from the holy chalice your witnessing a god nigga through these
Rap ballads I'm in the palace dwelling within my Kingdom and just
Like god you could hear him and not see him nor
Could you ever meet him half man and half sheep
Carpenter of these words literally watch how I better these nigga's
Religious literacy the pearly gates we only meet
The evils beat with my holy water my
Nigga just kneel for me my Second Timothy
Yeah
Uh huh
Follow along
Yeah
I fear no man got two and half gods inside of me
A living angel to you equivalent to a walking
Prophecy Yahshua nigga I don't mean Charlie Sheen
I don't see ya'll nigga's my blood is thicker
Nile river sort of like
Bullets a daily serving sickly that I almost caught a bite
My soul never left nigga my angel's still falling right
Right I never tell my right hand what my left hand is doing
Born by the nick I'm a Patrick Ewing
No Saint Nicholas in my worlds Christmas but
I wrap like it every days a holiday so my nigga
Life is priceless you could try to buy a vowel it means
Nothing to these prices I'm living lifeless
Running around with big guns for little
Mice cause nigga's still rating oh yea
And new bitches they still has been's couldn't cope
With the coupe still asking where I have been
VA Northern up turnpike burning up
Hard work looking easy unborn son I am they thought
I was gone turn to dusk loud movement f*ck a hush
Nigga you can't stomach me I am too much for yo body to process
Organic style of rap yo product is processed nigga it takes
A process for you to f*ck with my progress I'm in the cockpit
Plane to see I land on easter runway nigga worship me thats right
I'm your religion come to this church of music drink my description
But from the holy chalice your witnessing a god nigga through these
Rap ballads I'm in the palace dwelling within my Kingdom and just
Like god you could hear him and not see him nor
Could you ever meet him half man and half sheep
Carpenter of these words literally watch how I better these nigga's
Religious literacy the pearly gates we only meet
The evils beat with my holy water my
Nigga just kneel for me my Second Timothy
Yeah
Writer: Terrell Annunziata
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid