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van buren records – if my sins were good كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: luke bar$]
yeah
look

[verse 1: luke bar$]
money never made the man, but i need it
your ego bigger than your bank statements, n_gga
throwin’ charges at my dog, hope he beat it
we from the mud, you know it rains for a reason
seen the highs and lows, i seen all four seasons
my neck so cold, got a n_gga all anemic
f_ck i look like begging n_ggas for they pardon?
i’m just a product of convicts
i lived this long, that’s accomplishment
if you see where i rest my head, you would say that’s astonishing
used to pray for some angels, now every day i’m surrounding them
know my granddaddy proud of me
know my uncle, he proud of me
run my city, they proud of me
i got n_ggas that’s mad at mе
ninety_nine problems, bеing real ain’t one of them
ninety_nine b_tches, but for real, you ain’t one of them
if i said i love you, don’t take my word as troublesome
’bout to put my foot up on they neck, tired of coming short
’bout to f_ck the summer, fall, winter up
y’all n_ggas’ time is up
better bring the brink trucks
all my dogs shooters like—
[verse 2: saint lyor]
stuck between a rock and hard place
adverse situations, dog, but i found faith
crossing different time zones, breakfast on an airplane
resting on the sabbath, find joy in the mundane
but n_ggas still find a way to hate me like it’s a monday
i’m cut clean from a different cloth, that’s what my folks say
generational trauma i inherited in this cold game
but i learned from a miles davis and a coltrane
my dna led me to a new alternative
in a future where we’re more concerned about love than burning it
i just bought a brand_new home, i can’t wait to furnish it
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my living situation, i’m speaking of the sp_ce that i’m flourishing in
group hugs, huh, you know, the good stuff
but if you pass me the cheeba cheeba, then i’m gonna face it
i could always use a reality check and it’s smart to embrace it
let my hair grow lengths, i see the giving tree
grateful for what god is giving me
and the energy is contagious
i hope that you can receive it, ’cause the blessing is amazing

[verse 3: felix]
my lord, my god, i come to you as a sinner
as these dirty palms face the heavens, pleading forgiveness
i sing not for your honor, but for money addiction
i’m sorry for thumbing my nose at your worship and scripture
i drank not blood of christ since i was barely eighteen
and i see myself as not a servant to you indeed
be quiet, let’s keep this sinner talk between you and me
i’m ashamed like naked bodies due to knowledge from trees
god, if my sins were good, would i taste that milk and honey?
would i see my mama’s mama? would he take this hurting from me?
i done lost that twinkle in my eye about a long time ago
i’ve been falling to my knees with every tear, my spirit broke
god, if my sins were good
wouldn’t all that l_st then turn to love, then find my second half?
i done turned misogynistic right when i began to rap
spitting violent verses, now i know them words is truly whack
tried to count my sins, but i’ve been losing track
d_mn, drew, why you had to leave so soon?
everybody crying now, it’s not just you
as he’s being laid to rest, an ugliness protrudes
silent is the flesh, your sins the loudest in room
whispers over whispers as the gospel singer croons
as the disrespectful gossip overtakes the pews
i wonder if my sins could talk and now i know they do
and if the roles reversed, i’ll probably do the same to you
amen
[verse 4]
west side cold, even on ninety degree
me not stable, don’t be relying on me
i swear your devil been tryna pick to me pieces
came to terms that i can never see peace
the more you like me, the more i you push away
frustrated pipe dream that i been chasing ’bout a decade
let the hoes tell it, probably say that i’m a headcase
let them folks tell it, he a junkie on his best day
when crunch time, though, who the one you can trust?
robert dinero how i came with the heat
but f_ck love, music all that i want
yeah, f_ck love, music all that i need
tell that short story, whoever comin’ for me
’cause now i know my time ticking with this ugly disease
if there’s a god, i hope you see me, hope you hear when i plead
ain’t no heaven gates for n_ggas like me
february took the cake, that’s when i fell to my knees
see, i was tested for my faith, we spent some time on the beach
man, fair to say, i swear the devil’s tryna rip me to pieces
can’t call it, but this all ’cause of me
talk about dying so candidly ’cause i tried it
if i could find balance, i wouldn’t be where i started
scared he gon’ bomb it, sincerely they don’t want it
thoughts get violent the minute i close my eyelids
limb by limb, they want to hang me by my collar
what can y’all take? already done burned mi casa
mwen prale to the ceiling, now bring me zion
if i die here, tell them hoes that i’ma holla
ten toes in it, see the end, then i’ma follow through
god love every one y’all n_ggas, so i follow suit
how could i judge my brothers if i live wicked too?
advocate for women while making one feel invisible
still at times where i feel like you ain’t proud of this
i’m just tryna be the best n_gga i know how to be
me, jiles, mo, shelby started in the odyssey
now thirteen n_ggas front and center, that’s anomaly
industry could weigh on you heavy and get the best of you
give it to this fifth and the sh_t i rely on heavy
big brudda flocked and not knowing what’s up in front of him
stizz told me just to keep going and f_ck that other sh_t
elbow in the rim à la vince carter
gotta get to the guala, been starving, on my mama dem
sorry to my papa, i can never sp_wn a scholarship, sh_t
i ain’t missin’ my moment

- van buren records

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