wait for me I'm almost with you, is this the taste of victory I'm almost with you, I'm almost with you, I'm almost with you
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When you know you're with a dime, they'll treat you like you're special Broad that is sleep and you're sick, because your's left you Bring her to the
'Ye? Baby, these heels Is that a may? What?! Baby, these wheels You trippin' when you ain't sippin' Have a refill You feelin' like you runnin', huh? Now you
charity Mostly purpose that's what sets you free So I'm where the metaphore I'm not comforting anymore I think I'm almost done with my search Got old so fast even in my church
and not one drip I'll sleep with the worms before I swim with the fish And I'll ride with my niggas before I roll with a bitch If it don't make dollars
that 'Ye? Baby, these heels Is that a May, what, baby, these wheels You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill You feelin' like you runnin', huh, now you
near You know that's the reason That it's smelling so Christmasey When you're smelling that Christmas tree And all the goodies are stashed away Waitin' for you
made them want to come and blow you away? The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with
got you this far Whether you say, "In Jesus name", or, "Al hum du'Allah" Long as you know it's a bein' that's supreme to you You let that show towards
't fun and you don't need to look back again Victory can be claimed while you still battling Travel on with the food I provide you To awaken the voice
you think you got the shit in? You gotta get in where you fit in, bitch Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass bitch Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can
what? Better recognize the bling of the murder machine That's why it's meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to think Who the whores that embed with
this is the end My brother told me a long time ago Focus where you're been, G, focus where you tryna go I swear the game make you cold like Abominable Snowman, oh man, when you
slowed down 'cause I was fuckin' with skirts I mean since the early days I was cuttin' from church Y'all talk about things I've done to my life You talk
you can't get in a bakery I picture hopelessness from slavery Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost care I know you heathens ready to eat, we almost
to church, because I feel guilty Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause when the preacher preach the Gospel I be ready to cry up in the Church of Pentecostal
