God Talk

I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to God and pray for you I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to God and pray for you I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to God and pray for you I’ma pray for you Ayo, I’m back baby Couldn’t be gone too long A prolonged absence ‘ll turn you past-tensed My focus is futuristic I flow with no explicits Radio won’t have to edit Unlikely they let it spin So I’m globe trottin’ Came from rapping in the parking lots To cyphers at foldable tables Those times were sacred and built character I didn’t care enough bout playas talking tough I was spitting to get my merits up Encountered competition—annihilated their coalition Them cats don’t even rap no more Wish em success—the past ain’t where I’m at no more For every yes I’ve had four no’s Plus I’ve known dollars ain’t what it’s all about So I paint words from mouth In time my account will be bountiful I’m who they‘re counting on to put the capital on I wanna rap their favorite songs We come from broken homes Keep the faith that you’re not alone I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to god and pray for you I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to god and pray for you I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to god and pray for you I’ma pray for you You know how many times I’ve Been warned not to do Things I try not to do but do anyways? I’ve been down for many days First down and ten yards I go farther than the whole nine No cosign could validate my status Practice the cadence on three—one, two, three, believe The day has come, notice the leaves, now breathe The big homie, my uncle, is resting on his bunk I need to come through and see him Stadiums and arenas He believed in me since my first songs Told me he’d take me to the studio I thought I was on—but check this I threw my phone at the wall And one day he told me that’s the reason we never went I’ve spent every dollar I’ve earned to further my position Competition is hip-hop And I’m racing the tic-toc I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to God and pray for you I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to God and pray for you I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to God and pray for you I’ma pray for you It’s been years since releasing a project We all know how life gets Been writing and recording I’ve been hoarding music In a way, we all misuse it In a way, we all a bit bougie I know my music’s ill Honing my skills like the athlete on the field Really, I rarely feel threatened The young veteran—this is year seven Approaching a decade and I won’t fade As if at the barbershop Around the clock my rhyme book’s stocked And locked and loaded Hoping the P.O.T.U.S. don’t drop the bomb, lotus I soak up the moment Then recall my motivation—what’s yours? How do you view closed doors? You knocking others or do you go for yours? I implore the latter Gather what you can from myself and OG’s Gotta learn the ABC’s before you write and read And that’s wisdom from the foolish You most lame when you try to act the coolest I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to God and pray for you I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to God and pray for you I wanna talk, but you’re unavailable So I’ma talk to God and pray for you I’ma pray for you