Generous Life
Yeah lease save a generous life 'cuz with the shit that I did
I 'gotta preface it twice
So please lord, please save me a generous life
Ensure abundance is left and keep a reason to write
Uh, big stacks only reason that they do perform for
Grr pat a nigga way I'm fingering the .44
Get back and let this nigga show you what you there for
It's pimp slap way these bitches knocking on the dorm door
I know it's wrong but I've been thinking bout your girlfriend
I swear to god that I'll be piping 'til the worlds end
I want you you and you and maybe her friend
I want you you and you and maybe her friend
Damn I mean bravado the motto nigga
I'll catch you slipping while I'm sipping the bottle nigga
Body Moscato yeah she look like a model nigga
Think bout The Bible while I'm flipping the lotto ticket
I'm like the final four I'm balling in springtime
So hit the button bitch I'm fighting it in QuickTime
You watching pockets 'cuz you know my talent's been bigger
And 'Imma do this rap shit till I get ten figures
Big picture I'll be climbing up the Lord's ladder
You madder 'cuz when it fall off you gon' splatter
Ugh
I been saved by this generous life
Hold up, I been saved this generous life
Nah, that means the Lord saved a generous life
Ensured abundance was left and kept a reason to write
Uh, big stacks haters know that now this nigga big mad
It ain't surprising when I hit you with that grr pat
I'm on my repetition talk this shit like it's a mission
I'll tour the world before my fucking pebble stop the skipping
Before the fucking treble drop the bass and switch position
The game is underneath me choking like she like submission
My shit is growing shit I know that 'Imma see fruition
I like commas bitch I'm never finishing this sentence
I like drama shit need to go and start reflecting
I'm like mama shit I need to go and start repenting
Oh shit, oh shit
She frankly wet as oceans
I'll switch to Channel 5 and see myself causing commotion
She on my BBC like it's the TV screen
Yeah she gon' throw it back
But this ain't TBT
Yeah, could only fuck her on a Thursday
My presence a present she thought it was her birthday
I'm planning the ending pretending it don't hurt me
I'm penning my penance so all my prayers first take
First they try and drag me down but it ain't working
'Yo best fuckin verse is what I spit upon my worst days
Ugh
I 'gotta preface it twice
So please lord, please save me a generous life
Ensure abundance is left and keep a reason to write
Uh, big stacks only reason that they do perform for
Grr pat a nigga way I'm fingering the .44
Get back and let this nigga show you what you there for
It's pimp slap way these bitches knocking on the dorm door
I know it's wrong but I've been thinking bout your girlfriend
I swear to god that I'll be piping 'til the worlds end
I want you you and you and maybe her friend
I want you you and you and maybe her friend
Damn I mean bravado the motto nigga
I'll catch you slipping while I'm sipping the bottle nigga
Body Moscato yeah she look like a model nigga
Think bout The Bible while I'm flipping the lotto ticket
I'm like the final four I'm balling in springtime
So hit the button bitch I'm fighting it in QuickTime
You watching pockets 'cuz you know my talent's been bigger
And 'Imma do this rap shit till I get ten figures
Big picture I'll be climbing up the Lord's ladder
You madder 'cuz when it fall off you gon' splatter
Ugh
I been saved by this generous life
Hold up, I been saved this generous life
Nah, that means the Lord saved a generous life
Ensured abundance was left and kept a reason to write
Uh, big stacks haters know that now this nigga big mad
It ain't surprising when I hit you with that grr pat
I'm on my repetition talk this shit like it's a mission
I'll tour the world before my fucking pebble stop the skipping
Before the fucking treble drop the bass and switch position
The game is underneath me choking like she like submission
My shit is growing shit I know that 'Imma see fruition
I like commas bitch I'm never finishing this sentence
I like drama shit need to go and start reflecting
I'm like mama shit I need to go and start repenting
Oh shit, oh shit
She frankly wet as oceans
I'll switch to Channel 5 and see myself causing commotion
She on my BBC like it's the TV screen
Yeah she gon' throw it back
But this ain't TBT
Yeah, could only fuck her on a Thursday
My presence a present she thought it was her birthday
I'm planning the ending pretending it don't hurt me
I'm penning my penance so all my prayers first take
First they try and drag me down but it ain't working
'Yo best fuckin verse is what I spit upon my worst days
Ugh
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Writer(s): Robert Kearns, John Michel Szulinski
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