A Thousand Birds
Praise the Lord
Yeah, the lord is our savior
Just
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Ju
Just
Just
Ayo, started with a quarter two weeks later (Just) copped four Os (Just)
Diamonds G bundle, every day (Just) before the store close (Ju)
Pray I find a connect (Just) to import those
Bricks (Just) of pure snow
Straight from the cartel, Lord knows
Send over a thousand birds (in church)
You in the station, writing statements 'til you outta words
Gave 'em (Just) the whole run down
On the pussy niggas (Just) that we gunned down
Lord please forgive this (Just) fuck nigga somehow
He knows not what he do but I'ma give 'em the drum now (Ju)
Most you niggas done now (Just), washed up
Tellin' stories (Just) how you used to get money but you a bum now
(Brrr, brr)
(We're two niggas, man)
(Niggas going bad)
Ayo, three stamps get you a soda
Same chef in the mess (Just) hall used to chef up the yola
CLS's in every color (Just)
(I wasn't so)
I crashed the money blue joint and copped three others (Ju)
My magazine (Just) on fleek (Just), 60' rounds lift him off his feet (brrr)
My hightops (Just) got red souls (Just), Dome shot (Just) leave your head blown (Ju)
Mac-10 (Just) or the Mac-11 (Just)
Doctor stressin' (Just) tryna put you back together
So many 12/12 ends I can sell crack's forever (Just)
Hand to hand (Just) for new Margiela (Ju)
Walking (Just) over bodies, I'm godly (Just)
The Ace of Spades sipper in the pissy lobby (pissy lobby)
Yeah, the lord is our savior
Just
Just
Just
Just
Just
Just
Just
Ju
Just
Just
Ayo, started with a quarter two weeks later (Just) copped four Os (Just)
Diamonds G bundle, every day (Just) before the store close (Ju)
Pray I find a connect (Just) to import those
Bricks (Just) of pure snow
Straight from the cartel, Lord knows
Send over a thousand birds (in church)
You in the station, writing statements 'til you outta words
Gave 'em (Just) the whole run down
On the pussy niggas (Just) that we gunned down
Lord please forgive this (Just) fuck nigga somehow
He knows not what he do but I'ma give 'em the drum now (Ju)
Most you niggas done now (Just), washed up
Tellin' stories (Just) how you used to get money but you a bum now
(Brrr, brr)
(We're two niggas, man)
(Niggas going bad)
Ayo, three stamps get you a soda
Same chef in the mess (Just) hall used to chef up the yola
CLS's in every color (Just)
(I wasn't so)
I crashed the money blue joint and copped three others (Ju)
My magazine (Just) on fleek (Just), 60' rounds lift him off his feet (brrr)
My hightops (Just) got red souls (Just), Dome shot (Just) leave your head blown (Ju)
Mac-10 (Just) or the Mac-11 (Just)
Doctor stressin' (Just) tryna put you back together
So many 12/12 ends I can sell crack's forever (Just)
Hand to hand (Just) for new Margiela (Ju)
Walking (Just) over bodies, I'm godly (Just)
The Ace of Spades sipper in the pissy lobby (pissy lobby)
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Maman
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