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Don't come around with that dirt on you
We clean like dr sebi
Got a couple things on my credit
I'm savin' that money, I'm usin' my debit
Shawty told me lose her number
It's ok, right there, I shred it
I'll give up everything to live this life
Tryna get to heaven
I'm prayin' for my dawg
Anyone on the streets, you know that we bless them
On a different grind, it's a different season
Boy, I'm movin' restless
I just went and gave my problems up to God
Ain't no more stressin
All the dirt I did in my life
I'm thankin' Christ, I'm not a felon
Uh, shoot my shot like curry
I'm catchin' buckets
Uh, how you afraid of the grind
This walk you don't love it
Huh
They ain't tryna put their trust in God
Boy, they movin' dumb
Had to sit back thing about life, you know
My soul was in the slums
I'm thinking bout buying a ring for shorty
I think that she the one
Really wanna go and settle down
But my flesh just wanna have fun
Tryna give my pain to God
Weight on my shoulders like a ton
Fled from my past so much this time
No, I ain't finna run
How you supposed to move when everybody else lit
But you got no funds
In a crowd where everybody eating
But I ain't have a plate, not one
Down to her core, she said she love me
But I felt like she don't know nothin
Felt like I'm the worst out the bunch
But who am I to judge
In a year, I'll be gone
I'll be done
In a year, vision clear, what I want
I just livin' my life how it is
I ain't doin' no stunts
Tryna keep myself, sober minded
Don't pass me no blunts
Don't come around with that dirt on you
We clean like dr sebi
Got a couple things on my credit
I'm savin' that money, I'm usin' my debit
Shawty told me lose her number
It's ok, right there, I shred it
I'll give up everything to live this life
Tryna get to heaven
I'm prayin' for my dawg
Anyone on the streets, you know that we bless them
On a different grind, it's a different season
Boy, I'm movin' restless
I just went and gave my problems up to God
Ain't no more stressin
All the dirt I did in my life
I'm thankin' Christ, I'm not a felon
Uh, shoot my shot like curry
I'm catchin' buckets
Uh, how you afraid of the grind
This walk you don't love it
Huh
They ain't tryna put their trust in God
Boy, they movin' dumb
Had to sit back thing about life, you know
My soul was in the slums



Авторы: Roman Brookins Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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