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  1. H.G.S.I.F. (Haters Gonna Say It's Fake) ft. Robert Seaborn & Nathan Pittman

From the recording Cookin'

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Ugh... you black and you ugly
Crooked tooth smile, and ya music sound funny
Ya legs to long and ya jeans to short
Ya nose to big, and ya laugh with a snort

Why you always wanna be around, us fool
You can sit at other tables, where they not cool
We gon spit upon ya locker, so you know, that we hate you,
Get a clue, there’s a trash can go and pursue

Ok...cool... yep look, I get it
My appearance ain’t perfect, but I am a trend setter
Got that Jesus music, down in my soul though
If my life a movie, you could come and see my soul glow

I came to tell you bout Jesus, you need to come in and see em
& We got service on weekends, & you should come bro
he’s the one I’m pursuin, I grew in things like manure
His word is true, and it blew up, sweeter than coco

Ima keep movin’ keep it mobile (mobile)
God keep me cool, like some fro yo ( fro yo)
Yeah I been woke, call em no dose
Got a long journey, like I’m forto

You can say...what you wanna, say, (but I)
Know the one who, really runs the, game (buh bye)
You can call me ugly, call me lame (still fly)
Give em all the glory, unashamed (High Five)

HATERS GONNA SAY IT'S FAKE... SO REAL!

Why you go by Genesissssssss Bringing hip hop back,
where areas the witnesses
You ain’t making money, through the, businesssss
rap is only filled, with that wickedness

Say what you what ya want,
Rap
ain’t, for the church
Worship only songs, that I heard, from my birth
Raps, way to loud, and it get much worse
When you speak so fast, and your words get nerfed

Where are all my witnesses, God got em
I ain’t looking back, don’t need sodem
Jesus kept me up, like Bikini bottoms
So I ain’t worried bought nothin, like Paul taught em (Philippians 4:6-7)

Stay strapped, with the word, like a Fanny pack
Been using rap, since I told em handle that, and you know
It’s all facts, when I get upon a track
Jesus in the front, I be hanging in the back like ya...

DANCE
Take a little step to the left... say it like you, all outta breath
Bring it on back to the right... Holy Ghost party all night
Give a little kick bring it on back...you ain’t hating, you be giving facts
Now turn around give a snap, do the snake movin with ya back

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