Beloved Daud - Made Men (feat. Humble for YAH) Lyrics

I done seen a lot of fake friends
Now that six one three done put me around some made men
They were sleeping on a Son like the Days Inn
Planted in streets grew up out the pavement
Still made it out
Seen a lot of fake friends
Now that six one three done put me around some made men
They were sleeping on a Son like the Days Inn
Planted in streets grew up out the pavement
Still made it out haters
Started in the trenches
Starting player rose up off the benches
I'm working hard earning me a pension
Whipping manna made the world the kitchen
People started tripping I got missing
Old news never get a mention
I done hopped out on my newy
Urban not the Louie
YAHUAH really stamped it
This that pure right out the plastic
My trumpet sounding jazzy
Louie Armstrong in action
YAHUAH smoke I pass it
Aye Let me dump the ashes
Duty of a priest
Young shepherd in a fleece
I was really in the pasture
Youngin smelling like the sheep
I ain't running from the seat
Master made me so unique
Dripping righteous it's a leak
Now let me drip in peace
I done seen a lot of fake friends
Now that six one three done put me around some made men
They were sleeping on a Son like the Days Inn
Planted in streets grew up out the pavement
Still made it out
Seen a lot of fake friends
Now that six one three done put me around some made men
They were sleeping on a Son like the Days Inn
Planted in streets grew up out the pavement
Still made it out haters
I just touchdown in Dallas
Treat the beat like a challenge
This the most high now
I wish you would like cabins
Keep His laws that's balance
He the best like Khaled
Psalm 23 me
Green pasture no salad
Repent cause that's valid
Now repeat it like habits
Shorty thinking she could have it
Had to checker like rally's
Yeah we bold like alleys
They don't get it that's a miss
Script what they think this is
Daud do it big
Hamashiac died for this
We come together like fist
The end is coming don't trip
Gotta keep the commandments
Deuteronomy 6
Shalam
I done seen a lot of fake friends
Now that six one three done put me around some made men
They were sleeping on a Son like the Days Inn
Planted in streets grew up out the pavement
Still made it out
Seen a lot of fake friends
Now that six one three done put me around some made men
They were sleeping on a Son like the Days Inn
Planted in streets grew up out the pavement
Still made it out haters