Songtexte OBSCURE THINGS - Xev.

Sometimes i'm stuck thinking bout when Imma drop
Not the type that get you close to the top
The type that get you dead and close to ya pops

Man I hope that all this shit never flop
Pray to God that Imma win for my mom
Pray I never need a bucket or mop

Pray I'll touch the world so much that they can't fill up my spot
Prayi I'll make the end, won't brake or bend and be someone's rock

Just pray to God if you a christian or not
I swear to God this shit get tough as a rock
Hard is truth when you know you'll never stop

The kinda price to pay to make it or not
Top of the world and all I see is box
Of people being shit that they really not

Sold yo soul just so that you could be hot
Look in the mirror you gon see all the opps
Aim steady you gon shoot and they drop

You ain't ready for the king of the crops
This is more than just the hip and the hop
I was born to give you shit that's this hot

Yeah
Right

I was born to give shit that's this hot

Message from God nigga and that how I rock

(rock)

Yeah
Nigga that's how I rock

Yeah