Synagogue

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La La
 La La
 La La
 Synagogue
 La La
 La La La (yea)
 La La La (yea)
 Break'em Out the Trap (yea)
 Boy I'm bout to hit the law like I'm finna brawl (yea)
 I'll be changing cloth like I'm at the Ball Yea
 I'm reaching all I can see the flaws
 I'll be praising God in the Synagogue
 Boy I'm bout to hit the law like I'm finna brawl (yea)
 I'll be changing cloth like I'm at the Ball Yea
 I'm reaching all I can see the flaws
 I'll be praising God in the Synagogue
 I can see the difference
 Add it up and still get negatives
 Equals in this Earth but money cause a lot of change
 It carries a scent like a hearse
 Bro turned into doctor strange
 He's flipping them tricks for that purse
 Wielding the Glocks to let it bang
 He don't even care who he hurts
 Killing 50 birds 50 stones
 Get them hooked to bring the pennies home
 He will not care if you're sinking in loans
 All he request is you bring him your bone
 Said he will not care if you're sinking in loans
 All he request is you bring him your bone
 I can see literal healing is needed
 Come to the Ghetto
 I'm interceding
 For the golden you I'm reaching just to push you higher up
 God wants nothing to defeat you
 Boy He'll fired up
 Bro don't miss this feeding; get your plate and try your Buffet
 It It It's the sweetest; Got my soul on fire Bro
 For the golden you I'm reaching just to push you higher up
 God wants nothing to defeat you
 Boy He'll get you fired up
 Come on lets defeat it
 Let God take you higher up
 Two steps; hit them with me and let's send these praises up
 Boy I'm bout to hit the law like I'm finna brawl
 I'll be changing cloth like I'm at the Ball Yea
 I'm reaching all I can see the flaws
 I'll be praising God in the Synagogue
 Boy I'm bout to hit the law like I'm finna brawl
 I'll be changing cloth like I'm at the Ball Yea
 I'm reaching all I can see the flaws
 I'll be praising God in the Synagogue
 Yea I can see the difference
 Jesus' walking with me; vision 50-50
 Yea I see bottles and dollars with
 Chains attached to the soul like a welt huh
 Boy I've got to hard knock
 Or kick down doors because your foes got you padlocked
 He's got you in a deadlock
 Are you fed up
 Still trying to get your head above the water
 Boy the Father can release you from
 The struggles that you want to hold onto
 You were justified at the Cross
 Can't nobody put you in a hell, when the gates don't belong to them
 You were made for more than surviving
 Rise up and live; Boy the love of my God is abiding
 I hope you heard that Yea
 The love of my God is surviving
 For the golden you I'm reaching just to push you higher up
 God wants nothing to defeat you
 Boy He'll fired up
 Bro don't miss this feeding; get your plate and try your Buffet
 It It It's the sweetest; Got my soul on fire Bro
 For the golden you I'm reaching just to push you higher up
 God wants nothing to defeat you
 Boy He'll get you fired up
 Come on lets defeat it
 Let God take you higher up
 Two steps; hit them with me and let's send these praises up
 

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Duration
03:42
Key
8
Tempo
124 BPM

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