Текст песни The Gospel - MBKCal

Look at myself in the mirror, I don't know what they see
When I got that phone call, it took a part of me
Trynna reach the sky one day, I gotta spread my wings
And when I talk my shit on the beat, y'all gon feel my pain
Ohhh Ohhh
And that pain must be the only thing I truly know
Try to mask that shit when I'm alone, sit in my soul
And I ain't gotta stress no more cuz Bitch I'm bout to blow
Look at myself in the mirror, I don't know what they see
When I got that phone call, it took a part of me
Trynna reach the sky one day, I gotta spread my wings
And when I talk my shit on the beat, y'all gon feel my pain
Ohhh Ohhh
And that pain must be the only thing I truly know
Try to mask that shit when I'm alone, sit in my soul
And I ain't gotta stress no more cuz Bitch I'm bout to blow

We ain't stressing we living for right now
And if he ain't sliding tell that lil nigga pipe down
Yeah we balling I ain't taking no timeouts
Got nobody but the gang when I'm riding round
Keep a pole they be moving so secretly
Made a way, ain't nobody was feeding me
Don't lose faith, keep believing in me
Had to cut em off, they played the 50
If she my bitch and she ride, then I'm riding too
Keep the fye in her purse, know you sliding boo
But the game ain't fair, I ain't make the rules
Let me holla at you, here's what Imma do
I'm gon take you out and see the city right
Hop in my whip and come catch a vibe
Yeah I'm steady shining, they can see the ice
A nigga like me gon change ya life
She know that I'm talking bout her
I gotta get back to this trill shit
She be saying she keep dreaming bout me
Baby you know that I'm real lit
They be bringing up my past, making me sad, I don't know why they do that
These hoes be making me laugh, trynna get back, making these haters so mad
And I just keep thinking bout, all the times them people wrong
Them same people wanna hear me now, that's why I put my pain up in this song
I tell em take a walk in my shoes, there is nothing I wouldn't do
To get my granny back on this earth, I swear to God that I'm missing you

Look at myself in the mirror, I don't know what they see
When I got that phone call, it took a part of me
Trynna reach the sky one day, I gotta spread my wings
And when I talk my shit on the beat, y'all gon feel my pain
Ohhh Ohhh
And that pain must be the only thing I truly know
Try to mask that shit when I'm alone, sit in my soul
And I ain't gotta stress no more cuz Bitch I'm bout to blow