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Album: Well Wishes
Hello World (Hello World)
All these faking got me feeling not in my element
If you ain't lived through it don't embellish it.
If it ain't the truth
It's irrelevant
It's evident,
we here to cut the spokes off the bull that your pedaling.
Ain't no White House
Heaven is my resident
We the lighthouse
Guess you were the president
hit the block where the gospel ain't never been.
Living water blowing out the trunk like an elephant.
This cross ain't for stunting.
Boy you know what's up
This is God over money
then you know what's up
I'm prayin' for the hood
like the motors duck.
Take you to my Godfather
And get your homie touched.
Made a shift,
God burst it
so you know pushed.
I see the love is gone
Where they put it at?
This world is so cold
I think I need a knitted cap
I handle a bubble goose
With a bigger gap
You bubblin' the truth
What you think of that?
Chain breaking bout that soul
when it really though.
They ain't really with it
that's just in they video.
Say just what I want I'm a G
you don't hear me though.
Got life but ready to die like
I'm Biggie though.
It's God over money, but moneys a tool.
Might go to jail if you don't go to school.
Your black and Latinos across the whole nation
they standing up wanting to just hold up they shoes.
So confused they don't what to do.
Know that they lose.
Don't know that they're fools.
I show them the roots and told them the news.
And tell their value is more than their shoes.
Get your life up on the move,
Christ is the road to choose.
These suckers blow this,
then lust in showbiz
And disgust mold this.
And put a price on their souls
and for a few bucks sold it.
and they take the truth and stretch it
Like they instruct aerobics.
They make it look like all this sin cool
they corrupting yo kids.
We must expose it
Like locked and loaded in canon in scripture
Our clutch just explosive as nuke bombs
In Russia's holdin.
It's enough to go with and use this canon
to adjust they focus.
And point to one who can save your soul
destruction yo biz.
What's up
I pray when the hear this track,
they do more than cheer and clap.
I pray they see this picture as clear as Miramax.
So this stands the track that spirits would
just tear and snack.
We spit them lyrics that'll pierce them cats
with spears in pact.
And mash on them rappers cause the youth
don't need to hear this crap.
This cross ain't for stunting.
Boy you know what's up
If it's God over money
Then you know what's up
Have you mag's up twistin' my fingers and
I throw it up
Chow wow be my click
we keep the serpent
in the cobra clutch.
The love we share is gone
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