Testo Father Of God
Testo Father Of God
The kids want hits
I hope I don't hit them to hard with this
I think I got a good shot, yeah
Like any lable of it
I'm going in
And I'm 'bout to never come out again
And if I do
Nothing will be the same
'Cause money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Ah, it really changes the game
Check it ah
On a sunrise four years ago was the first time I saw my son's eyes
I am the father of God, the son of God, and the brother of Jesus Christ
Amen, put your hands together
Let them clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
This is how we pray, the fuck did y'all say?
That's what I thought, nothing that I need I don't already got
And all I know: This life is like a rodeo It beats me down, I get back up
And say I'll never get enough
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Ah, it really changes the game
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
I hope I don't hit them to hard with this
I think I got a good shot, yeah
Like any lable of it
I'm going in
And I'm 'bout to never come out again
And if I do
Nothing will be the same
'Cause money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Ah, it really changes the game
Check it ah
On a sunrise four years ago was the first time I saw my son's eyes
I am the father of God, the son of God, and the brother of Jesus Christ
Amen, put your hands together
Let them clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
This is how we pray, the fuck did y'all say?
That's what I thought, nothing that I need I don't already got
And all I know: This life is like a rodeo It beats me down, I get back up
And say I'll never get enough
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Ah, it really changes the game
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
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