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lirik lagu good lord – shyheim

[sample]
boy, we’ve got to face it, let’s talk it out today
we’ve got to get that feeling back, lift all these sins away

[intro: imf blue steele]
the f-ck out here, i praise my own to god, he gon’ let me eat

[imf blue steele]
through my, days and nights, i pray and write
for that, one of those prayers might save my life
or, change my life, i came to write
i could see my name in lights, big chains with ice
i’m thinking futuristic for when i come out
don’t blink cuz you might miss it, son, when i come out
cuz i’ma f-ck sh-t up so drastic that the public m-sses
gon’ be like (what the f-ck was that sh-t?)
and this n-gga crazy with it cuz he done babysitted
a pen and paper, that’d give him the vapors
matter of fact, son, that’d give him them papers
contract signatures, cognac, sip it up
negociating in a all black tinted truck
yeah, i slow grind it, but son i picked it up
and they made mine, no more wic for us
look what the most high god done did for us
front lawn, back yard, a crib for us
a nice big garage and a car that’s just for us
so i gotta thank my god for this, cuz uh…
i could be locked down behind bars or stiff as f-ck
and you know i keep my hammer on my waist
slugs fly around a n-gga, i need a camera in my face
units being sold, beautiful as gold
and try to a get a plaque quick, a liar for this rap sh-t

[chorus: imf blue steele]
thanks to to the good lord, i made it through the hood wars
now i’m trying to book tours, n-gga (cuz i seen did it all)
after this rap sh-t, i’m not going back with this
sleeping on a p-ssy–ss mattress (cuz i done did it all)
thanks to this mic check, a n-gga get the right cheques
no longer gotta worry what the price is (cuz i’ma get it all)
now, i shall slide through life
and paint pictures for ya eye through mics (and y’all i could hear it all)

[imf blue steele]
i survived lots of fights on lots of nights
now my wrist all chipped with rocks, aight?
ya like? and this is just a pitstop
y’all trying to get props, not me, i’ma get rich, watch
spend another hundred thou’ on a wrist watch
n-ggas like, “son is running wild in that 6 drop”
yeah, but i’m still awesome with the tongue
keep the larcen on me, son
with that grip shirt, i’m looking like a martian with a gun
parking in the slums, hopping out, n-ggas blunts roll, offer remy some
son, will ya get that? matter of fact, what is that?
that n-gga said, “a little blueberry mixed with kit kat”
y’all n-ggas just rap, i’m trying to sinatra on them songs
y’all n-ggas rocking on them wrong
matter of fact, i’m sammy davis on the beats
so all that gat rap ya talk, make her save it for the streets
cuz…

[chorus]

[imf blue steele]
when i mic check, i make n-ggas write cheques
i’m trying to live life, yes, b-tch with nice br–sts
little nice sectionary project groupies
give me a budget to direct movies
just a can’t lose these, tie up to the street
if i die, i’ma still be alive on these beats
god forbid, so i jar with the niz
these n-ggas is gon’ not take this father from his kids
it’s hard when you live in the slums with ya babies
that’s why y’all n-ggas be trying to run from ya babies
i ain’t going nowhere, i’ma show my seeds
how you could go from nothing to 4 to 5 e’s
i’m looking for 6 daughters and 4 david’s
business lawyers on my caller i.d.’s
coffee in the morning, sugar in the bowl
i’m flossy when i’m yawning, there’s bullets in my boats

[chorus]

[outro: imf blue steele]
sh-t, n-gga, sh-t, n-gga, sh-t n-gga, come on…

- shyheim

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