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lirik lagu jacob price - gospel music

[hook]
got the will, got the drive
all i gotta do is stay alive
they try to k!ll me, they don’t like me
they don’t feel these beats and rhymin’
this here’s close to gospel music
if you didn’t know theres no confusion
i am jesus i am satan
you can’t get rid of me cause you can’t replace me

[verse 1]
adonde do i keep getting my beats from
quien ares you to think that i’ma flee from diablo?
i have discovered key to defeat one
not so difficult. not for me to complete done
got throat in a tight hold. awful frightful
thriller with no michael. come and get an eyeful
prideful guy so i don’t stifle my shiza
freedom set an example writin’ my own bible
i’m type writer on a tight rope
might offend you if try ta step into the inside of
mi cabasa is quit a trip with a pied piper
leadin’ you with a lighter
get you higher and higher
and elevate you to find a paradise and recliner
tighter p-ssy v-g-n- leave your worries behind ya
and while you leave it leave mine alone jerry
you kinda full grown so you need to get home

[hook]
got the will, got the drive
all i gotta do is stay alive
they try to k!ll me, they don’t like me
they don’t feel these beats and rhymin’
this here’s close to gospel music
if you didn’t know there’s no confusion
i am jesus i am satan
you can’t get rid of me cause you can’t replace me

[verse 2]
n-gga lippin cigarette flippin ash on you
stereotypical p-ssed onto bigger and better songs
and after a long time awaited we done flipped it
forget what you expected poetic abyss
it’s eternally externally lookin’ shallow
but dive into me you’ll see i’m the opposite of gallows
i may hang in the shadow down creek with a paddle
always ready for battle
and in a saddle. high ho platinum. ranger go after em
clayton staight flatten em
tonto got his back in he gotta fat sack with him
hope you got match many people wanna roll it
but, ain’t’ got a zig zag wit em
boo boo in the bag. and they coo coo looking sad
cause they buddha lookin bad
they dude is stuck with some schwag
and who the f-ck is the -ss with chronic won’t let you grab it
d-mn it i’m tired
of f-ckin with these f-ggots

[verse 3]
i am the judge, the jury. writin’ my own story
pardon me if i make it sound corny
he who has ears to listen and hears me when i speak
let him take up his cross and bear it with me in a beat
but, if ain’t you ready to do that there
then i’ma qualify you as either dumb or you scared
rhyme sayer, dime weigher
i’m way up on on a mountain top
hopin’ to see you there and kickin’ it when we finally drop
free fallin’ with tom petty
free ballin’ and sweaty
with will smith cussin’ and f-ckin’ betty boop in the booty
heading to h-ll in a basket
ready to sell a soul by playin’ a record backward
i ain’t exact sure but i think that it is accurate
i am immaculate
i am the master bate you with a faster flow than you can imagine
so play it like 50 times
just to see if you match it

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