Lyrics:
it, nah
I might be saved but I know the demons well
Turned to an angel but I still move in hell, I
Pull up on the block with the demon, ah
My name, you
move stealth Like ninja dealt some damage
Take you down to hell
Come correct
No confusing me with someone else
I do the best for myself
And don't worry
a move
Everything that I say, I swear to God, that I'm gon' do it
The opps was six, spend their block, subtracted it by five
Yeah, them boys gone, they
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
journey called the lifetime climb
And I've been winning by a landslide
Not because of brilliance
Other people would have quit
But God made me resilient
she doesn't
It was a pretty bad move but I'm still a nugget
Nonhlanhla came along and helped me exist
I needed something to focus on in this case
directions, we made it from scratch
Fear God tee on
Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo
They callin' me ugly
I'ma still marry a ten though
And I'm killin'
really, necessary
Get the message like a secretary
Boy, I'm legendary
When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavour in the cemetery
Trap music,
respected by the artist I was listening
To, but not no more, them days are history
Skip the red carpet, you lookin' for me?
Oh God (yeah)
You might
Prelude:
Yeah, yeah, yeah…I hear what they sayin,' they really not sayin' nothin.'
Finite man, rebellin' against infinite God…that don't even sound
the wrong move
Cause it'll haunt you
What you gone do
Life can't be serious
When you playing so long
Mama watch me die
I'm still here
What a joke
And I'm
all trying to make it so I had to pay dues
But I know when this shit start move
(I still gotta)
Check my ego at the door
Yeah I Try to move correct but
all trying to make it so I had to pay dues
But I know when this shit start move
(I still gotta)
Check my ego at the door
Yeah I Try to move correct but
the fuck this nigga move from the hood but somehow he still take care of the villains
Yeah Yeah
She say you fine and enlightened
At first she was nervous she
that he with it
When I hop on the beat, Swear to God you can feel it
If I hop the beat, Swear to God I'm a kill it
Late night, Two deep, Bitch you know
trying to get by...
9-5 Train home on a work night.
I remember them days working Over time
working back to back
But I still felt like I couldn't get
like yesterday
All base, fucked off the kitchen off an ounce of yay
Plug don't give a fuck, he like niggas still got to pay
My ounces 24 grams, not 28
Thank God
Written by: P. Beckford/ Phoenix Grindz
Beat by: Nayz
Distributed by: Di++o Music, SongTrust and, SOCAN [2020]
All Rights Reserved Under
(Sean Veezy on the beezy, my nigga)
First off, I'm still the realist that I know of
Still understand not everybody grow up
Still understand that
still
This lifestyle they hate to die but love to kill
Went that route I thank God I took the wheel
Look thank God I took the wheel
This money
to the astral zone
I'm headed home, I've been hurting too long
Time don't stand still, so you gotta move on
On and on, on and on, on and on,
got pounds still worth your click..full of chips, I finesse quick
All these moves, who could relate..When still say, get off my dick
Yeahh
God just
geeking
When she see me (see me), why she kinky, uh
Why she wanna be my
Twenty years later and God still ain't make no errors (make it)
You could be
Going against God's will
Seeking my greatest desires
All the while we standing still
For what's a love without action
I felt you pass me by
Fiending for
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