Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaymond senior Kreek
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaymond senior Kreek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaymond senior Kreek
Executive Producer
Lyrics
29 caught a stroke i thank God i aint strike out
I aint ready to put the lights out , to stop grippin the mic how
I be gripping my dick before i lay the pipe down
Im a fuck the world till it learn how to love
Lets break bread with the strippers and the nuns
Two sides of the same coin, were all one
Church is on the move, the angels on the run , living like martyr will tomorrow ever come
They crucifuy the ones, that came to free ya daughters and ya suns
Cause they rather them in chains like
Ben baller or johnny dang like the ice box aint colder than whats in my veins like
Aint saying this is vain like
I know im here for a bigger purpose , there a purpose to the pain right?
Full court press how i gotta keep my game tight, fuck the speed limit swerving in and out of
lanes now
Forgive me for my sins
I have been born again
No longer know torment
Ill leave it in Gods hands
In Gods hands
Im just tryna live fast and die slow at the same time
I just want this shit to last
Like an alcoholic halfway through the flask
Like im back form the future and im staring at my past
Before you evaporate solidify ya name
Where you a devil in the sun ? Or an angel in the rain ?
Will you help you you fellow man ? Or exploit him for a buck?
And im no one to judge cause she looking for a family man and i just want ...
The duality of man
Is a paradox of sharing thoughts that we may understand
Thats why we need each other , so God can manifest
In the moment where we own and the spirit kills the flesh
Thats ecstasy with out a pill being pressed
Im really running game
I feel like bill gates when he talking to the press
I started living life when i got my second chance
I ghost ride the whip and leave the wheel in Gods hands.
Written by: Jaymond senior Kreek