On God
Way too young to be putting these streets on lock
You said “someone said”-well, someone can suck my c#ck
Where they #ss at when I was going from tap to tap tryna fill my cup
Tryna get couple more inks so I could write my wrongs
I been broke but the preacher man said tell Jesus
Boy I told Jesus and I got blessings, Mercy, Cheese and Freezers
Now they all see us, preacher man chased us
Hate our success? Scissors
Hate our success? seizures
Prayed for my Henny days
Wanted it anyway
Switched up my gaming ways
I prayed for Rеmy days
Did it for my family
I owe a lot to them
Went on my praying knees
This sh#t is hеavenly
Throwback to my funny days
Nothing was funny
I gotta laugh anyways
Confuse my enemies
Glad how I handled it
God had a hand in it
Going so hard for me
Guiding my every lane
I f#ck with Loyalty
Don’t move with n#gg#s that switch easy
Else they be selling me out
They f#ck with you differently
They ain’t got no dignity
Obviously do anything for that clout
They want to get bigger
So they feed off your little little
Until they see you underground
Dirty behavior
That’s what they live for
I swear to God n#gg#s are rusty like brown
Stay holding my sanity
n#gg#s gone come for it
It’s my metropolis
I’m Superman
And when I get busy
Or acting up stupid
A couple my n#gg#s are holding me down
Couple of b#tches
Sending me tities pictures
Glad they was easing my frown
Couple other b#tches
That do more than sending em pictures
They giving me head to my crown
I’m living my henny days
Prayed for Bugatti days
Bet you gone watch who gone guide your way
Place bounty on all my enemies
I am my enemy’s enemy
Gotta Be there for who was there for me
I am a prophecy
That’s why I’m saving my energy
You want the best from me
I’m really doing what’s best for me
Set for me, clear for me
Can’t give you all of me
So I start switching my melody
Think of me little
And picture me little
It’s the sh#t that I’ve been through
You feeling my pain
Life is a puzzle
It ain’t bout your muscle
Relate with your blood or you gone die in vein
Walk to or run to
The vision you’re called to
The bigger the goal is the bigger the pain
Don’t wanna stress you
Need your address to address you
I need you to key in my faith
Voices of the dead all in my head
I’m left with whatever the hell‘s left
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