Текст песни WORLD SERIES (feat. Kaleb Mitchell) - Kaleb Mitchell , Aaron Cole

I done been through the fire (Flame)
But I don′t smell like smoke (Like smoke)
Grew up bumping Rakim (Shee)
But, I ain't no joke (No joke)
Sundown ′til the sun's up,
I been steady running up the score (The score)
I ain't even gotta say it,
They know where I′m from, y′all already know, yeah

I know He got His hands on me, uh
Started business with no degree, uh
Fresh out high school, straight to the league, uh
Satan blew a 3-1 lead

Praise The Lord
I been skating on ice, gotta grind for my dawgs
Praise The Lord
I been skating on ice, gotta grind for my dawgs

1 down, 3 morе
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 morе
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more

Can't go
Can′t go back now
I gotta black out
God got it mapped out
I know we had doubts
But I got angels on my side
Keep on going, that's my type
′Til my momma got no sighs

I'm running on auto flight
Picasso to the hate
I gotta draw that line
Don′t need money, I'm lit
This my God-given gift
Want my grandma walking again
So tell me why would I quit? Yeah

Praise The Lord
I been skating on ice, gotta grind for my dawgs
Praise The Lord
I been skating on ice, gotta grind for my dawgs

1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more
1 down, 3 more