Ok yea you got some problems
You cant keep blamin' yo mama
Do the baby wanna baba
You blame the Holy Father
But you put you hope inside a doctor
You put yo faith inside Obama
And look at where that gotcha
Been through hell and high agua
Only made it cause of Abba
Dancing with death
I ain't know you liked to cha cha
Living on the edge
How you balancing you chakras
But cant balance a checkbook
You better take another look
This aint no white mans book
Do I have to spell it out for you
Yea
It ain't how it looks
All of yo life they been tellin' Jesus was white
But it all was a lie
That's why we cant identify
With the tribes
In the bibe
Most High
Gimme Time
Wanted dead
Or Alive
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
I been prayin' all night
I been fightin' for my life
Satan tryna take my life
I Just plead the blood of Christ
Oh yea
I Ain't nothin' nice
This all comes with a price
When you one of his disciples
Yea
I got so many rivals
I been sleeping by a rifle
Trusting in these idols
Instead of in the bible
So many want the title
But don't know what it comes with
The ones that you run with
You know them ones in yo' circumference
You know they got it out for you
Yea
They wanna steal ya light
Jealous because of the calling you have on yo' life
But they don't know the sacrifice
Or how many nights you cried
When they left you for dead
Now they mad that you didn't die
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
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Ok yea you got some problems
You cant keep blamin' yo mama
Do the baby wanna baba
You blame the Holy Father
But you put you hope inside a doctor
You put yo faith inside Obama
And look at where that gotcha
Been through hell and high agua
Only made it cause of Abba
Dancing with death
I ain't know you liked to cha cha
Living on the edge
How you balancing you chakras
But cant balance a checkbook
You better take another look
This aint no white mans book
Do I have to spell it out for you
Yea
It ain't how it looks
All of yo life they been tellin' Jesus was white
But it all was a lie
That's why we cant identify
With the tribes
In the bibe
Most High
Gimme Time
Wanted dead
Or Alive
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
I been prayin' all night
I been fightin' for my life
Satan tryna take my life
I Just plead the blood of Christ
Oh yea
I Ain't nothin' nice
This all comes with a price
When you one of his disciples
Yea
I got so many rivals
I been sleeping by a rifle
Trusting in these idols
Instead of in the bible
So many want the title
But don't know what it comes with
The ones that you run with
You know them ones in yo' circumference
You know they got it out for you
Yea
They wanna steal ya light
Jealous because of the calling you have on yo' life
But they don't know the sacrifice
Or how many nights you cried
When they left you for dead
Now they mad that you didn't die
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
You cant keep blamin' yo mama
Do the baby wanna baba
You blame the Holy Father
But you put you hope inside a doctor
You put yo faith inside Obama
And look at where that gotcha
Been through hell and high agua
Only made it cause of Abba
Dancing with death
I ain't know you liked to cha cha
Living on the edge
How you balancing you chakras
But cant balance a checkbook
You better take another look
This aint no white mans book
Do I have to spell it out for you
Yea
It ain't how it looks
All of yo life they been tellin' Jesus was white
But it all was a lie
That's why we cant identify
With the tribes
In the bibe
Most High
Gimme Time
Wanted dead
Or Alive
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
I been prayin' all night
I been fightin' for my life
Satan tryna take my life
I Just plead the blood of Christ
Oh yea
I Ain't nothin' nice
This all comes with a price
When you one of his disciples
Yea
I got so many rivals
I been sleeping by a rifle
Trusting in these idols
Instead of in the bible
So many want the title
But don't know what it comes with
The ones that you run with
You know them ones in yo' circumference
You know they got it out for you
Yea
They wanna steal ya light
Jealous because of the calling you have on yo' life
But they don't know the sacrifice
Or how many nights you cried
When they left you for dead
Now they mad that you didn't die
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
Oh lord I got
A lot of enemies
On plot
Never thought
I'd have so many ops
Please look over me
They tryna scheme
Writer: LARELL BYRD
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