Oh she wildin, wildin
Oh she bang, bang
Damn she wildin, wildin
I do the same thang
I'm seen some strange things
Done for spare change
I'm not the one to judge
I'm not the one to blame
I'm in my own lane
But the whip isn't
Big body swerving
Bitch it's big pimping
Still spending
Still tipping
Bitch I'm Still sipping
Stuck in my southern ways
I miss those summer days
Alexandria my city
Hellaxandria they call it
They always ask how I'm doing
I tell em Shid I can't call it
I'm balling that's nothing new
You wanna see a dead body
I tell em turn on the news
Niggas get shot for the views
By some chump wearing blue
So why we killin each other
That's where this shit gets confused
We fight for our people
Then kill them ourselves just for some shoes
You think I'm talking loose
But it's the truth
Gotta speak how I feel if no one else do
This is my new ghetto gospel
I hope you hear this and prosper
I see the pain in your sorrow
Know the sun comes up tomorrow
You don't have to cry no more
Die no more, I look to the sky cuz I don't have to get high no more, or lie no more
But Shid I still do it
I've fallen short but somehow I always seem to get through it
Let's get to it
I been through it
I've been foolish
No excuses
I been recouping
Lord as my witness this is a testament of beginnings
And endings without decisions
That hurt the fates of our children
Gotta stick thru it
I Catapulted my thinking
To the near brink of extinction
The only way to achieve it
Is to believe within reaching
Without undermining your reasons
Of even seeing the seasons
Change in the midst of you Blinking
Or sinking down to the bottom
Of an ocean filled with the thoughts
Of your doubt
I pray and I'm hoping
God uplifts the expulsion
His kingdoms here in this moment
I'm sulking the idea of coping
Within society's notion
That there's no rope for up my brothers. my sisters
Know that We winning
Can I get amen
A nigga know that he did it
No I'm no gospel rapper
Still like my women in triplets
Or distant cousins who doesn't
I'm just here to admit it
But that's besides the discussion
Now can I get me a witness
Nin3leven - New Ghetto Gospel Lyrics
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Oh she wildin, wildin
Oh she bang, bang
Damn she wildin, wildin
I do the same thang
I'm seen some strange things
Done for spare change
I'm not the one to judge
I'm not the one to blame
I'm in my own lane
But the whip isn't
Big body swerving
Bitch it's big pimping
Still spending
Still tipping
Bitch I'm Still sipping
Stuck in my southern ways
I miss those summer days
Alexandria my city
Hellaxandria they call it
They always ask how I'm doing
I tell em Shid I can't call it
I'm balling that's nothing new
You wanna see a dead body
I tell em turn on the news
Niggas get shot for the views
By some chump wearing blue
So why we killin each other
That's where this shit gets confused
We fight for our people
Then kill them ourselves just for some shoes
You think I'm talking loose
But it's the truth
Gotta speak how I feel if no one else do
This is my new ghetto gospel
I hope you hear this and prosper
I see the pain in your sorrow
Know the sun comes up tomorrow
You don't have to cry no more
Die no more, I look to the sky cuz I don't have to get high no more, or lie no more
But Shid I still do it
I've fallen short but somehow I always seem to get through it
Let's get to it
I been through it
I've been foolish
No excuses
I been recouping
Lord as my witness this is a testament of beginnings
And endings without decisions
That hurt the fates of our children
Gotta stick thru it
I Catapulted my thinking
To the near brink of extinction
The only way to achieve it
Is to believe within reaching
Without undermining your reasons
Of even seeing the seasons
Change in the midst of you Blinking
Or sinking down to the bottom
Of an ocean filled with the thoughts
Of your doubt
I pray and I'm hoping
God uplifts the expulsion
His kingdoms here in this moment
I'm sulking the idea of coping
Within society's notion
That there's no rope for up my brothers. my sisters
Know that We winning
Can I get amen
A nigga know that he did it
No I'm no gospel rapper
Still like my women in triplets
Or distant cousins who doesn't
I'm just here to admit it
But that's besides the discussion
Now can I get me a witness
Oh she bang, bang
Damn she wildin, wildin
I do the same thang
I'm seen some strange things
Done for spare change
I'm not the one to judge
I'm not the one to blame
I'm in my own lane
But the whip isn't
Big body swerving
Bitch it's big pimping
Still spending
Still tipping
Bitch I'm Still sipping
Stuck in my southern ways
I miss those summer days
Alexandria my city
Hellaxandria they call it
They always ask how I'm doing
I tell em Shid I can't call it
I'm balling that's nothing new
You wanna see a dead body
I tell em turn on the news
Niggas get shot for the views
By some chump wearing blue
So why we killin each other
That's where this shit gets confused
We fight for our people
Then kill them ourselves just for some shoes
You think I'm talking loose
But it's the truth
Gotta speak how I feel if no one else do
This is my new ghetto gospel
I hope you hear this and prosper
I see the pain in your sorrow
Know the sun comes up tomorrow
You don't have to cry no more
Die no more, I look to the sky cuz I don't have to get high no more, or lie no more
But Shid I still do it
I've fallen short but somehow I always seem to get through it
Let's get to it
I been through it
I've been foolish
No excuses
I been recouping
Lord as my witness this is a testament of beginnings
And endings without decisions
That hurt the fates of our children
Gotta stick thru it
I Catapulted my thinking
To the near brink of extinction
The only way to achieve it
Is to believe within reaching
Without undermining your reasons
Of even seeing the seasons
Change in the midst of you Blinking
Or sinking down to the bottom
Of an ocean filled with the thoughts
Of your doubt
I pray and I'm hoping
God uplifts the expulsion
His kingdoms here in this moment
I'm sulking the idea of coping
Within society's notion
That there's no rope for up my brothers. my sisters
Know that We winning
Can I get amen
A nigga know that he did it
No I'm no gospel rapper
Still like my women in triplets
Or distant cousins who doesn't
I'm just here to admit it
But that's besides the discussion
Now can I get me a witness
Writer: Edward Dorsey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid