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I'm back in my habit, I'm back on the road, I'm back with the gang
I'm back giving my problems to God, no I ain't stressed about a thing
We'll hit up the show and do flicks on the phone, but still be home by eight
Might go missing for twenty days, but I'm not MIA
It's all natural, I done pulled up widebody is factual, tryna go kill my flesh, I be packin' dude
Why they switch on the gang transactional
Whoa, whoa, get to prayin' like three a.m, I'm with my bro
I don't care about anything else, we tryna save souls
Pray to the Lord, I ain't poppin' a lock, bro in the streets, tryna pop him a Glock
Holy drip on my wrist, ain't no ticking or tock, better go pick your side
Ain't no flipping or flopping, track hawk, track hawk, so many options
Why they cap on the net, they flodgin, can't live with your love too toxic
Murder, inthe streets, they be talkin' about murder
Speak the truth, no, I won't tryna hurt you, every day on the grind
We be workin' we be workin, I trynna see how you and pray and fast
Lil shawty don't wanna see you twerkin
Man, I pray to the Lord clear that space every time the spirit's lurkin
I done been up 24-hours, but I'm not carti
Tryna say he know everything, he sthink he a smartie
You can give me the drop anytime I promise I won't be tardy
I done worked alot to get to this spot, not in no rarri
Yeah, I got a whole lot of no's
I gotta cross my T's and dot my I's, you know how it go
Every day, some days I was cryin, boy, I be prayin' on the floor
And some days, I feel like dyin, bro, you already know
I ain't take no perky, pills, but I used to sip that four
Almost crashed the whip severing off of the drank, so I can't sip no more
And I ain't gotta pick up the fire, but you know me and God, we be upping the score
And whenever my spirit feel dead, it get more alive, when I trust him some more
And me and Baker go round the world, we might just go to Samoa
And you better have your patience with the Lord, might be a hold up
Uh, hold up, yeah, hold up, better have patience with the Lord
It might be a hold up, we was in the pit for a while
But now we startin' to glow up, shawty say I look better
She said I had a glow up, put them spirits on the ground
Said Satan pick your bro up, had to take a step back from the demon
Killin, but you already know us, should already know that time
Should I already know that grind, should already know our sin
But that was the past life, yeah, my God, He makin' all my wrongs
Right, yeah, my Lord, He makin' all my wrongs, right
I'm back in my habit, I'm back on the road, I'm back with the gang
I'm back giving my problems to God, no I ain't stressed about a thing
We'll hit up the show and do flicks on the phone, but still be home by eight
Might go missing for twenty days, but I'm not MIA
It's all natural, I done pulled up widebody is factual, tryna go kill my flesh, I be packin' dude
Why they switch on the gang transactional
Whoa, whoa, get to prayin' like three a.m, I'm with my bro
I don't care about anything else, we tryna save souls



Autor(en): Roman Brookins Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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