Lyrics:
knives in my back but to this day I never bled
I still remember all them days when bitches would leave my ass on read
Nigga why you sleepin' on my name
and ain't no reaching them
By day I be teaching them, by night I'm a heathen, um
Chilling with freaks and a ghetto Eritrean
Plus a Norwegian, look like
the window
Watch the city pass me by
That's why I believe I can make it work
Even though I'm away from my fam
And deep down it hurts
Emotions it'll make it
I wanna feast in the flesh of God
Fuck the higher power
Yuh
Yuh
Make my way
To the place
I'ma take his blood and paint it on my face
as they come, my family (Family)
Yeah imma put it on them
yeah they were heaven sent
Lord if you hear this prayer, please show me the way
I serve only you,
to find a way to make it out the game
I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure
Is heaven just another door? I leave this here
I leave this
relax one time and you will find
Yo L.A., hit me one time make it funky
Double down on my underground sound I'm feelin' lucky
For this jackpot I
happens to swerve this way
Hope nobody deserves quick spray
I feel an angelic surge this day
They feeling my songs
Been doing it long
They want me
In the book of megazuches one One ***
Olumero boy
Eeeh
Everyday we are praying, papa God open the way (Open the way)
Working night and day, to Make
Tomorrows just another day
And you are just a lonely dream
That never ever seems to fade
Someone hear my prayers
Someone somewhere
'Cause I know I
to grow inspired
I know right now
This last day darling
Here with me (darling)
All the rest is history
But I will remember
every dream about you
I will
Everything you do makes me possessed
By a robotic industry, one could say that I'm obsessed
They know that you're a victim in my crime
Righteousness
Aunties and my grandma uh cuz I
Put the team on my back, I swear when we leave we ain't never coming back
All I know... one day I'll get sign by the Roc
the curtains
My life will be a B-movie shot by Tim Burton
And if I lack authenticity
Remember authenticity is often shitty
So please, no pity,
You can
the tracking down of useful morsels to fortify
Tutorials litter the digital landscape
Most often I will use this time to do something customarily never, ever
I love this beat
Is this real
Is this how it feels
Just making sure cause it's so surreal
I'm planting seeds, planning to collect fees
Man, I need my
some ties with some homies
I had to get on my grind by my lonely
I don't need nobody but me and my .40 (go)
Nobody but me and my daughters
Don't need
of what happens, this shit like hell
Niggas will rob you themselves, niggas don't care about cells
Get it by male, now he get love in the mail
Mama, sister
Passion in my eyes
My fans too great
See me passing by
A parade gonna start
All my fans will know why
All my fans gotta know
How I started this shit
How I
’m trying to make you think twice
About the direction you’re in, it’s not very nice
And if you lead by example, you’re number one
This is more fun than trying
to make a plan for me
If I lost hope they will stop and say a prayer for me
I ain't fina change up
Look at how we came up
Mark got a shop cutting hair I
First off I'm a muthafuckin'
G-en-er-al word to the cake shells
In this chopper will pop em
Make it sound like a helli-choppers land on top
problem
There's something deep inside me and I
Can't seem to resolve it
My worst days, man I just want to revolver
My best days I'm blinded by all this fog
passing by while I'm afraid and sit still
All I've got left is the power of my will
I'm not gonna die tonight, I'll live to see another day
To wake up,
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