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letra de the worship - ferris blusa & machacha

[intro]
i swear i hate praisin’ all these other n-ggas
and i don’t really understandin’
i mean, i give ’em love, sweat and tears
and this the motherf-ckin’ thanks i get?
’cause i’m the only god, god-god
you n-ggas only praise me
i’ll never turn my back, f-ck you though?
it’s the worship, n-gga
listen, ayy

[verse]
i selled ’em fill up, ‘preciate it
all my albums gettin’ litigated, uh
i’m on a different level
well explained, and if not, then i meant to say it
n0body related, and all it took was patiеnce, yeah
now they worship what i walk on
massagin’ thеy feelings
now they sh-rn, sometimes i feel withdrawn
’cause i’m the god
don’t really gotta speak to y’all
look like my halo growin’ h-rns, not tryna be absorbed
born sinner, i came too far to fall
make a album every month, n-gga, i ain’t never fallin’ off
and they say, the meek shall inherit the earth
than i dropped saw your worst
all this praise i receive, simply came from a verse
so it seems, my power so pristine
can’t let heaven k!ll my dreams
yeah
those last bars had a deeper meanin’
stayin’ present, on my future, taught to pick between, uh
self made, that’s my only prayer
don’t come around very often, so my time is rare
can’t spell, i’m second on your assembly line
gimme mine, it’s feelin’ like the nick of time, uh
i saw ’em wishin’ on my down fall dearly, like groundhog
had to get from ’round y’all
i’m healin’ from above, ain’t no tellin’ where they found y’all
i’m standin’ by the mount law, waitin’ on they ground ball
no bill buckner, false move, you will suffer
my sk!lls duffin’
dearly bread, bow your heads
they was waitin’ on a masterpiece
every verse, touched by an angel, like i’m deloris
no reverse, all i know is go
when i’m in the streets i don’t rehe-rs-
n-gga i’m the god, this a holy speech
holdin’ me, back from mine, remind me of the next time
black skin, white cotton
can’t forget these past times
[outro]
i live for every tip, that was shed, through those bad times
and still we dodgin’ landmines
i put that on my grandmoms, grandmoms, n-gga
yeah, yo
i said, i live for every tip, that was shed, through those bad times
and still we dodgin’
i put that on my grandmoms, grandmoms

- ferris blusa machacha

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