paroles de chanson In My Will - God Body Bingo

Yeah, hell yeah
Because I ain't even really know
I'm like maybe I should do something, like, right here
Just to, you know

Niggas put blood, sweat, and tears in this shit
Gave me no losses, out in this field, getting hits
Far from the finish, my people still in the sticks
Breakthrough is coming, baby we here, should be quick

Should be quick
On a whim, plotting on a M, print a dub up on my will
Baby say "that's him," like who else gon' have that skill
I don't deserve a break 'til it's woodgrain on my wheel
Put The Wood name in my will
All we know is gas, 4 shit, all we know is that
We the breakthrough with no shoulder pad, ain't no holding back
Keep detractors on they heels
Still I don't deserve a break 'til it's woodgrain in my wheel
Put The Wood name in my will

Hey, same nigga 'til the deathbed
Nawfside 'til I croak, they can never ever look at me as less than
Anything but the GOAT, Inwood Pope, you should know I'm blessed and
Highly favored, fuck a hater, getting to this paper, bringing all the checks in
Acres Homes to the bone, got a problem with me, say it with your chest then
That's a cue for the crickets, when I got the floor people shut up and listen, huh
Don't see no competition, created a gap and that bitch got some distance, huh
And when I'm on a mission I'm totally focused, I got tunnel vision, huh
Ain't distracted by women, I got me a misses and lil' baby listen, huh
That's all that I need, wherever I been, I went for the team
Whatever I did, I did for the dream
I need every cent, so come with the cream
Aye shoutout to Rok, this beat going dumb
It don't need a hook, I don't need Kareem
See I'm from the H, I'm more like Hakeem
They counted me out, I came back with rings
I went off the edge, they thought I was dead, I came back with wings
Was taught to survive, that's how I was bred, this shit in my genes, huh
We just get it done, it don't matter how, it's by any means, huh
And free Riccy Raccs, it's on when you back, they know what I mean

Should be quick
On a whim, plotting on a M, print a dub up on my will
Baby say "that's him," like who else gon' have that skill
I don't deserve a break 'til it's woodgrain on my wheel
Put The Wood name in my will
All we know is gas, 4 shit, all we know is that
We the breakthrough with no shoulder pad, ain't no holding back
Keep detractors on they heels
Still I don't deserve a break 'til it's woodgrain in my wheel
Put The Wood name in my will

Black Power 'til I rest dead
Right hand to a nigga God, I'll slap a nigga with the left hand
Malcolm minded, I'm an X-Man, dream team I was blessed in
My demeanor makes a nigga nervous
Black Panther I'm a different version
Watching Bingo kill these instrumentals, and coincidental, he be giving sermons
Flo Eternal get these instrumentals, I get sentimental, write these crazy bars with my Twisted mental
I expose lies that be detrimental to black people only
In tune with the universe when I meditate
Black people rather protest than separate
Salute the Gods, I'd never hate
Only black women we celebrate
If it's my life or yours, I won't hesitate
I stunt hard, flexing all on my ex-bitch
Checking hoes off my checklist
Playing hoes like Tetris
Yeah, don't beef with no brothers, I beef with these crackers
Preach to the rappers, I'm reaching the masses
Speak with some passion
A nigga don't like it, we can get active, nigga
Nigga what's happening, nigga
Lyrically untouchable Flo
Woah

Should be quick
On a whim, plotting on a M, print a dub up on my will
Baby say "that's him," like who else gon' have that skill
I don't deserve a break 'til it's woodgrain on my wheel
Put The Wood name in my will
All we know is gas, 4 shit, all we know is that
We the breakthrough with no shoulder pad, ain't no holding back
Keep detractors on they heels
Still I don't deserve a break 'til it's woodgrain in my wheel
Put The Wood name in my will

Hey, said this one's for Kamri, this one's for Miracle, this for Ahlana
For my nephew Ricky and my nephew Jordan, I'm keeping my promise
And to my unborn, your name's in my will, you're good when I'm gone
Oh, and free Riccy Raccs a thing of the past, 'cause my nigga home