a love song Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors Oh, and life ain't always what you
You hold my world in Your hands and I'm not afraid my world is safe In Your hands oh, in Your hands Take my life Lord, will You take my life? You are
be When you step outside You spend life fighting for your sanity This is a cold war You better know what you're fighting for This is a cold war Do you
is only in your dreams That night my mother set me down to say Have faith the world will know who you are one day She told me You can be a star x3 You
you gone? Spoken Section: 5,7,8,2,1. Its now time for you to come home, my dear. You've been gone long enough. Thank you. We must come, we must go.
Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you
, what you wanna do? (Party!) Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!) Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!) My man Shaquel is
All my hommies GD's but i am lord Rap god, Greek mythology and this life to crazy to think logicaly Heres somthing that you can use an analogy My life is
flesh livin' life after my death Yesterday, I read my horoscope Tell me, Lord, will I be poor and broke? Tell me, Lord, will I be dealin' dope? I wanna take my
Something you can't see, nigga Ya see times is hard as it is That's why I got girls and my girls got kids And all I wanna do is handle my biz And all
should have seen what came to pass I should have known to watch my ass I feel like Othello, everything is lost Leo is Iago, Max is double-crossed I'm
food is gone you are my daily need When friends are gone I know my saviour's love is real Your love is real You got the love You got the love You got
and my cars swerves off road, haa. I'll meet you at the crossroads. Lord please keep your eyes on me, and if i die i pray my soul you keep, and i don
miss you, oh I just miss you, oh I just miss you, oh Homie, I'll never forget you, no For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it
, tell me you're listenin' Tell me you're listenin', got you all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes (You're in my system) Lucious
't lyin' to you, love, I only lie to my girl I lust for the riches, what a treat this is The Lord is dealin' with my demons and my weaknesses God, forgive
Hog tied, telephone cords, speak to the lord And while the cops untyin' you, my whole team eyin' you 'Cause even if you talk in your sleep my heat fryin' you
millionaire boys club fashion Uh, you niggas is clones I hand out styles like ice cream cones, the fuck outta here That's Pha real, my gats is real The SL5 is