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Every now and again you got to Just get some bars off man, Yea Church in the Wild you know I had to get on this one Shoutout to Armond though God Over Money Real Hope Hop Circa 1985 baby, Let's talk for a minute Yo, Uh Started off this written watching New Edition And then the crucifixion of the true and living How the brown they was splitting up the cypher And the poison that it drown made it hard to be a super Christian The high horse how you getting the group to splitting Brother Mark had to check it for a spark now it's my turn Guess I'm Johnny Gill in the group description And my brothers on a mission for the true depiction Staring at the line with the poker faces Knowing former cypher members still got open cases If you just preaching what you practices We done heard enough If you don't practice what you preaching Then your sermon sucks I'm praying for my father make it stop and wonder If my dedication is something I should iron out Cause every line I'm kicking like a drop of thunder But see if Kevin left it ain't too hard to lie about God Songtexte Aye man I just checked bleacher report And it just said Russell Westbrook hit his 40th triple double man Aye that's consistency ain't it fam Yea that's what we gunning for though man Well done thy good and faithful servant Everyday carrying that cross fam, yea Check I'd rather get crumbs with bums than steak with snakes That's why I make sure to say my grace And when I state my case to Abba Father I be praying He forgive them Before they ever get to taste my grapes, Yes Lord And they goin probably miss the water when the well run dry And out of luck a lot of sinning gong to impale one's high It's only gravity homie You on the corner where they shoot the shrapnel A couple pellet hit your Newton's apple And where the pump shells Make Rickey Bakers or Ricky Bobbies And these bullets turn peacemakers, Mehta Mahanadi Or Trying to play the hero a sub with a soda on the side Turn meathead youngins to hot pastrami Cause see the shells dumping homeboy is out of body An first time I seen it was before the Matrix Bullet time but for me Hell running is not a hobby Cause I was never worthy to afford his greatness God Aye man it's a crazy life we living in man Seeing what's going on in Washington man the The missing girls man and that fact that I get to Walk in my room and see my little daughter call me daddy Fam It's enough to shake you up at the core Keep praying for them though Yo, Check I think I'm in love with the thought The singing is cool spitting they saying I'm nice Lunch room church pews two tabernacles They the same do my thing I feel it's the life I'm praying I'm right,I don't got it for naught Swing a sword keep it sharp and swing with a purpose Precious Lord keep me close I'll never be bought But grab a pen just in case I know that it's worth it Never said I was perfect But I'm a little bit different from the cohorts Here to ride wit'em and for'em he the chauffer Praying every letter that I pen like a blow torch Skim over the ice like a snowboard the world need more Then a lot of so on and so forth bout nothing an no more Only so much He finna go for And I don't need a receipt or refund to pay my dues Just a ballpoint to state my views God Over Money Ah! Aus Songtexte Mania