Текст песни Locked In - Zay Ade

Just hit a button Morty give me a beat
Aww man okay alright ummm

Okay okay, it was like Kobe to Shaq
I'm still with the Lord and I ain't going back (no cap)
But I'm a still keep it a stack
So please don't get mad if I tax your rap

I still gotta get it like Dax
The Lord on my side so I can never lack
She said that I'm Bernie I'm mac
But what you expect when I told you that I'm black

Put them all in the mix; criss cross
He not hard he soft he live loss
I stay rapping bout God with the flow
While they talking bout me they mad they pissed off

I be dressing I been with the dip sauce
Bet against me Im sorry for this loss
With my baby she told that she like the
Way that I rap she must think that I'm Rick Ross

I was stacking my pennies my family was proud
Uh uh I can not follow the crowd
They looking like Zay'Ade too wild
Make it spicy cause I do not do mild

Take a pic I got a cute smile
I was counting my blessing in two thou
They was talking to much only fools loud
I was closing my ears like a rude child

EVERYBODY BLOW YOUR TRUMPETS

I was in church I was bumping
Catch me outside little homey was copping
Pray to the Lord so the devil be stopping
He got a stick but he still wasn't chopping (boy)

I kept it clean I was mopping
I want it all like I'm crew and it shopping
He got a chain but he still wasn't locked in locked
Ay free my big bro he locked

But Jesus still reign from the top
That's why I still pray for my ops
I been with the static they shocked
Kicking down doors those bing like it pops

How you rocking when the beat
Didn't drop hold on hold on hold on huh??

Yeah yeah yeah locked in locked in locked
Yeah yeah locked in locked in locked in
Me and the Lord we locked in locked in locked in
Me and my crew we locked in locked it locked in yeah yeah

Everybody blow your trumpets blow your trumpets
Everybody blow your trumpets blow your trumpets

I was on moves with the gang and you know this
God is still good to me incase if you ain't notice
They was like Velma they couldn't focus
I was like John the Baptist with these Locust

Devil a sucker you know that he bogus
All of my brothers are with me like Jonas
I started singing she said that I'm Otis
They told me split the check I ain't Moses

He kept on chatting I gave him a tic tac
They couldn't guard me it was a mis match
He called for back up dispatch
I was like David Tyree with the big cash

Still need a daddy I can not do less
God in my family I know that I'm blessed
He couldn't guard me still tryna press
I went to leap took the chain off his chest
Yeah yeah yeah locked in locked in locked
Yeah yeah locked in locked in locked in
Me and the Lord we locked in locked in locked in
Me and my crew we locked in locked it locked in yeah yeah