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Blessings, Christ Lord, I'm reppin' sir I bless it, as I rep it, as I reppin' it Represent from the repertoire, splurging with the repertoire From dawn to dusk, it's a grind, mind, mentality Like the stunt, grunt, grouch, but grace is my voucher Through obstacles, logical, logistics, linguistics Lifeline lyrics to the next norms To conform, transform, textures of hard hearts Making them fertile, pliable, and receptible Once again, by the portfolio, Papa Doc Who took stock in humanity Sacrificed to resurrect his rights Producing countless sons and daughters With eternal life access to his throne in the air Yo one, Christ Lord, I give you praise We click with it, we stick with it Ridiculous, meticulous, reppin' the repertoire Come to fall, reppin' Jada, Rafa Reppin' the word, the weapon, we kept in the repertoire Yo check it, repertoire, inspired writings Enlightening minds of the serious, curious I rep the star of the far, come as far Raise the bar of loyalty to royalty Nifty-fifty under my belt, years in Years been in service to my peers And the presbytery, spiritually authorized To uncover lies, expose the skeleton Enclosed doors, solely belonging to me Part of the therapy on my road to recovery Some struggles seem to be lifelong in my case But I'm still seeking his face He's still displaying his grace Still praying for better place But in the meantime, I remain in his service With my sins confessed up to date Kingdom building my resume With serving hood, serving spiritual gold nuggets Deception, proof to the brotherhood Bold knowledge, knowledge, perception of truth We click with it, we stick with it Ridiculous, meticulous, reppin' the repertoire Come to fall, reppin' Jada, Rafa Reppin' the word, the weapon, we kept in the repertoire This is a battle, check your walk You're willy-nilly, nonchalant, confident Something's stuck in the funk What's weighing on your mind Flush, no cap, you look tapped out You know my vibe, I'm gonna prescribe Take this one to the head Need to get spiritually fed You been living off street crud Right knuckling, buckling down Spruce loose, you're old From the old, it's how your heart got cold I'm breaking the ice, it's a hefty price If you don't unload guilt, you're built Resurfacing, affecting all Connected to you, spew, confess it, do address it We click with it, we stick with it Ridiculous, meticulous, reppin' the repertoire Come to fall, reppin' Jada, Rafa Reppin' the word, the weapon, we kept in the repertoire
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