We popping bottles of the pink shit, take 'em to the dome. We ain't ever on that weak shit, all we blow is strong. Every day we party til early in the morn.
Too close to see so much of love we stop breathing. Sweet history ain't enough to keep my heart beating. So many tips for you I sacrificed. Too many lies for you I justified.
Y'all ready?. This what it's all about right?. The quality. The streets. The music. Quality street music, nice. . Quality shit, they holla we it. These fake niggas who rich, we checkin' every dollar we get.
All creation cries to You. Worshiping in Spirit and in truth. Glory to the faithful one Jesus Christ, God's Son. . All creation gives You praise. You alone are truly great.