Testi:
D R I God Is Broke

for god's goal His iron-handed, spiritual rule Is that what you fear most? God is green, a numbered face A scamming holy ghost! God is broke, The well

for god's goal His iron-handed, spiritual rule Is that what you fear most? God is green, a numbered face A scamming holy ghost! God is broke, The well

I was a dark dumb student, no hokey rookie daytrippin on visions of chickens that looked like R Crumb drew em. They grew em in the royal dirt of Suffolk

Hit a nigga in his stomach and I broke his necklace Bob and I weave, weave and I bob And I ain't go stop untill I knock down my job SwishaHouse bitch

box with God Without faith, all of that is illusionary Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary [M.D.] Not strong [T.K.] Only aggressive [M.D

tears, for niggas that died I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone And I think I'm running out of time The god damn baby's daddy And I'm gonna damned to hell

soon we'd be seeing a dead pope Seriously, hope you can get jokes I speak my mind and sometimes it upsets folks This is something I have to confess though I

] Son I be skimmin through the billboard top for an R&B album Wonderin my outcome Want the fat triangle but I'm real with or without one Cause I'ma still

is for the Southside, which I claim Now the C is for the way my partna, changed the game Sipping bar now the R, for his first name Which is Robert, Robert