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Offering Video (MV)




Performed By: DG III
Language: English
Length: 4:12
Written by: Eddie Griffin, Elijah Wilder, Geroge Carlin, Robert Wilder




DG III - Offering Lyrics




Do what you do kid
Get back in that studio, make yourself happy
Cuz ain't nobody else go make you happy
Call me when you get this message
We can talk about anything. I love you

Think about it
Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man
Living in the sky, who watches everything you do, every minute of every day
And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do
And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place full of fire, and smoke, and burning, and torture and anguish where he will send you to live, and suffer, and burn and choke, and scream, and cry forever and ever til the end of time
But he loves you
He loves you
He loves you and he needs money

Unh
Time ticking nigga where my money at
Remember once you take it there boy it ain't no comin back
It aint no comin back

Time ticking nigga where my money at
Remember once you take it there, it ain't no comin back
Nigga etymology
It was written a nonbeliever handing out prophetic lobotomies
I often try to be
In my own lane y'all bring tha beast up outta me
I'm like f*ck it nigga tell me how it gotta be
Weary niggas wanna cross, lookin like AI to me
Respect to legends but I got the answer for who doubting me
Forget what's on the side of me
Pray you don't see that side of me
Hope you avoid where bodies be
Read between the lines that I lay on wax
Use them eyes and see that this is more than rap
Cuz For the last time tickin nigga where my money at
Remember once you take it there boy it ain't no coming back

But I'm go let you slide cuz it's all in my father's plan
If it wasn't I would be whoopin yo monkey ass
Jesus was so cold, he was on the cross still talking shit, "I'll be back in a couple of days
These little nails don't mean shit."
They opened the tomb, Jesus was gone, John seen him walking down the street, "Jesus is that you?"
"Well it ain't Peter, motherf*cker."
You know what I'm saying
And that's power man, to be able to wake somebody from the dead
That's power

Never let a hater make me feel defeated
My life yo entertainment, you front row seated
Season tickets see we put up different digits
Get that envy out ya heart the world got enough sickness in it
They label me the villain like a triple six
But I never rocked a shoe that I couldn't fit
And f*ck if you mind I'm back on my cocky shit
I'm seasoned and I never met a chicken that I couldn't dick
Lemme cook, show patience in every action took
Stackin this paper you thinking I'm tryna make a book
I feel bad for rappers when I get snap happy
Slap papi get to kicking ass like a black jappy
Stop acting even when I walk backwards
I'm miles ahead of you
Pot blowin smoke like kettles do
Soul search and find tha better you nigga
Before this bullet f*ck around and find a head on you nigga
Now it's third gear
No birds here
Just my niggas our balls and our words here
Cuz We stand on ours
When my dreams take off I tend to land on Mars
That's out of this world
I'm best thing smoking on the side of this pearl
Tell me what you know about a nigga from the Midwest
With a southern swag rapping like he out of the boroughs
I keep it thorough Bread ain't neva came easy to us
We work for ours
Mexicans tryna swipe yo card
Blood make you related
But the loyalty separate the real from the ones who say it
Now tell me I'm lying
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Do what you do kid
Get back in that studio, make yourself happy
Cuz ain't nobody else go make you happy
Call me when you get this message
We can talk about anything. I love you

Think about it
Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man
Living in the sky, who watches everything you do, every minute of every day
And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do
And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place full of fire, and smoke, and burning, and torture and anguish where he will send you to live, and suffer, and burn and choke, and scream, and cry forever and ever til the end of time
But he loves you
He loves you
He loves you and he needs money

Unh
Time ticking nigga where my money at
Remember once you take it there boy it ain't no comin back
It aint no comin back

Time ticking nigga where my money at
Remember once you take it there, it ain't no comin back
Nigga etymology
It was written a nonbeliever handing out prophetic lobotomies
I often try to be
In my own lane y'all bring tha beast up outta me
I'm like f*ck it nigga tell me how it gotta be
Weary niggas wanna cross, lookin like AI to me
Respect to legends but I got the answer for who doubting me
Forget what's on the side of me
Pray you don't see that side of me
Hope you avoid where bodies be
Read between the lines that I lay on wax
Use them eyes and see that this is more than rap
Cuz For the last time tickin nigga where my money at
Remember once you take it there boy it ain't no coming back

But I'm go let you slide cuz it's all in my father's plan
If it wasn't I would be whoopin yo monkey ass
Jesus was so cold, he was on the cross still talking shit, "I'll be back in a couple of days
These little nails don't mean shit."
They opened the tomb, Jesus was gone, John seen him walking down the street, "Jesus is that you?"
"Well it ain't Peter, motherf*cker."
You know what I'm saying
And that's power man, to be able to wake somebody from the dead
That's power

Never let a hater make me feel defeated
My life yo entertainment, you front row seated
Season tickets see we put up different digits
Get that envy out ya heart the world got enough sickness in it
They label me the villain like a triple six
But I never rocked a shoe that I couldn't fit
And f*ck if you mind I'm back on my cocky shit
I'm seasoned and I never met a chicken that I couldn't dick
Lemme cook, show patience in every action took
Stackin this paper you thinking I'm tryna make a book
I feel bad for rappers when I get snap happy
Slap papi get to kicking ass like a black jappy
Stop acting even when I walk backwards
I'm miles ahead of you
Pot blowin smoke like kettles do
Soul search and find tha better you nigga
Before this bullet f*ck around and find a head on you nigga
Now it's third gear
No birds here
Just my niggas our balls and our words here
Cuz We stand on ours
When my dreams take off I tend to land on Mars
That's out of this world
I'm best thing smoking on the side of this pearl
Tell me what you know about a nigga from the Midwest
With a southern swag rapping like he out of the boroughs
I keep it thorough Bread ain't neva came easy to us
We work for ours
Mexicans tryna swipe yo card
Blood make you related
But the loyalty separate the real from the ones who say it
Now tell me I'm lying
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Writer: Eddie Griffin, Elijah Wilder, Geroge Carlin, Robert Wilder
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