Lyrics:
underneath the canopy, yeah
Bring your own blanket, it's known by now
I call the exact same spot on the couch
Mom texting, expecting me home by now
Why aren't
blunt for me then
Hey Matt, I just listen to your songs when I'm lonely
Shit, you sound all the hoes I've met but thanks homie
Statistics going down and I
Demons may come in shape of memories, to remind you of your sin
Turn away from the past, let the bridges burn, remember you're pure by the blood
Take
on my jacket
Still trappin out the suitcase
You late, show me what you got
Get your money straight.
Matt black,
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
rabid
But he's bringin' back the hardcore
He made self-harm an art form
They call me Mad-Matt
The mad master of Matt rap is back
And I'm bringin'
El Roi the God who sees me He is Christ Jesus
The King Elohim Supreme One and Mighty One
The everlasting Father your kingdom come
Welcome the mighty
know, you don't know me (nah uh)
I'm waiting for my opps to come, they better show me
And I talk how I talk, bitch blow me, woo
Fuck you talking
I need to show
Some form of ID I know
Too bad mama abandoned
Me and papa raped somebody
Cause all I need is piece of
Family to go get it for me
But
Do crimes, live well
Follow your glory straight to hell
If staying in your box kills the vibe
Than hail yourself and imbibe
Cause we're all sinners
dey link up
When the enemy show for my doorstep
My papa no dey slow to dey switch up
Stay connected when we sync up
Make me come correct so I sit up
Show me off eh
Show me off bobo
Carry me do yanga eh eh eh
I promise
To stand by your side
Anytime you need me oh my baby I go dey there
Na so we go be
bodyguard
And they talkin' 'bout Jay-Z battlin' who on Verzuz?
Don't make me sound like Kirk Franklin usin' all them curses
"I will break your neck nigga,
and peel your cap
Release from the clinic and now I'm looking for a body
Strapped to the matt like a black John Gotti
Ruthless as fuck and my eyes
place in this game
17 and i pray, you stand by, and i take
Lordy, lordy, must you, drown me
Lordy, lordy, must you, doubt me
Glory, glory, don't you,
slide wit toys
Blick up on my waist I keepa pistol tucked
My papa told me never show it til you have to rollem'
LL'Cho we rollin' yours, Stevie Wonder
you (stand by you)
I am ready follow you(dey for you,fight for your baby)
I am ready to fight for you
Eeh eh eh eh
Show me love I will tell the world
riches and them cars
But she just wanted a better family
Because her parents divorced early, her papa, he was taken by the force
Mother on crack and she
like
Matt Murdock
All glory to
Jehovah Tsidkenu
Receive the power that
He gives to you
And you'll never
Be miserable
We are more then conquerors homie
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
a comma?
Y'all been sleeping on me too much
Man had to pull up with the crew
Had to show y'all how we do this
E.T. so we're not from around here
We're
all that You can show me
I'm saved by love
And I know that Your grace is enough
So much to wake up to
Oh God, I want to be in pursuit
I like Your style
with me?
If you only did your homework you would surely find
When Scorp get girls, they all be fine
And the only girl that you could take of mine
Is
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