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boldy james & your boy posca - humble servant lyrics
[intro]
before i was so rudely interrupted
[verse 1]
russell t, if it was up to me would have been pillsbury
thinking when bread man die, when i’ma tell terry
come with me, run quick see
i’m calling hail mary
brad, william buried that’s some pain a n_gga still carry
i’m still married to this gang time, life of crime
but had my mind made up, i knew just what it was
and what came with the aftermath of me selling drugs
sean carter volume 3, these are the life and times
swiping lines, catching pops i had to spike a nine
with grenadine, it made the lean look like some iodine
plug on the pints, he just did a 5 fed for them blood barrels
a big thick betadine keg
tried to steal a n_gga bop
that’s what we know is plagiarism
got these n_ggas mad at blocks cause god been showing favoritism
know some n_ggas on that rock fighting an open case in prison
cause where we grow up dope is all we know to make a living
let’s get it
[chorus]
and i’m still learning
i come to you as a humble servant still undetermined
of what it even means to be god_fearing
praised to allah he got me turned up like the power steering
the whole time them voices in my head that i was hearing
that same voice if i ignore gon’ have my mom tearing
crouched over my casket, the world still turning
late to my own funeral, i pray i miss the sermon
[verse 2]
k!ll all rats, we get rid of vermin
scheduling synos depending on what is concerned
my d.s. square’s canadian, my whip is german
shoot a n_gga dead off his lily pad if you feeling kermit
caught him cupcake and upped and made him get in the ‘burban
duck taped and trunked his sh_t, tell him to quit the squirming
yo b_tch so quick to drop the load, tell her to send the [?]
brody was screaming f_ck the world until his d_ck was burning
shot his t__th out, they might have to console his dentist
won’t ever speak down, not even if i know your business
grabbing the d_town where you got a post on your pivot
no photo credits, shoot a n_gga like he photogenic
he tote extendeds with them switches, cranking meth and flocka
them one forensics getting anxious trying to catch a collar
two achie_breakies on the back seat of a red impala
can’t take no more shorts or no losses, i need every dollar
[chorus]
and i’m still learning
i come to you as a humble servant still undetermined
of what it even means to be god_fearing
praised to allah he got me turned up like the power steering
the whole time them voices in my head that i was hearing
that same voice if i ignore gon’ have my mom tearing
crouched over my casket, the world still turning
late to my own funeral, i pray i miss the sermon
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