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Got me wanting stop writing stop rapping
Maybe they'd like a nigga when he start trapping
Though I never let em see me Sweat
Never Let em get the best of me
Turned the studio into a kitchen got the recipe
Got me in here Cooking I'm dripping putting in hard work
Grandmova told me always better put god first
Took A lot of L's
But now blessings be falling down
A lot of jezebels I can't stop em from calling now
Paid a lot of dues
No ties yeah they offering
Killing most these rappers so they better bring the coffins in
Like, uh uh uh
They don't want smoke
Can't see these niggas cause its too much loud
Use to be the crowd now I'm dripping in the fame
A lot of these hoes keep calling my name
I'm still about the money ain't a damn thing change
Only thing on my mind and that's next to the brain, Yeah
I'm trying to make today better then my yesterday
Trying to make more but I made less today
Like damn look how I'm stressing now
Slave to the money trying to get a new whip
Pouring up the fifth Roll up a seven
Trying to get your girl out of here by 11
But you know that I'm ready like I'm Tevin
Momma said that ain't nothing but the devil, Yeah
I learned from all my lessons
Know you can't block my blessings
Know you can't stop my shine
This money came right on time
I learned from all my lessons
Know you can't block my blessings
Know you can't stop my shine
This money came right on time
Chilling in my own zone
My own mind
Heading for the end zone the goal line
Cause I ain't never been home
But every time my pen zone
I'm sending all my sins home
I think about that place
Maybe I should step in the church like mase
And let the word of God hit my face like bass
It's getting so hard
And I'm lost up in a maze I'm in a different place
My Old self I could erase
But its trials and tribulations
Hyperventalating in this livid
Game need liberation
Fuck it start Penetrating
My sins are waiting for me to commit
While I spit for this fame and some new outfits
That'll make me a sellout huh
And I'd out-spit your favorite rapper we ain't chewing seeds
We ain't on the some porch
We ain't in the same game on this court
But we still in the big leagues
I keep my faith to keep me sane
Defeat the fake the season changed
The speed of pace I need a change
Protect my faith Neglect the collection plate
No blessings made just lessons made
I ain't here to effect to youth
This my confessions booth
The preacher said I need Jesus
I said for what reason
My ancestors died for the same exact reasons believing, Joon
I learned from all my lessons
Know you can't block my blessings
Know you can't stop my shine
This money came right on time
Got me wanting stop writing stop rapping
Maybe I should step in the church like mase
Church like mase Church like mase
This money came right on time
Got me wanting stop writing stop rapping
Maybe I should step in the church like mase
Church like mase Church like mase
Got me wanting stop writing stop rapping
Know you can't block my blessings
Know you can't stop my shine
This money came right on time
I ain't learn from nothing
Forgive me god haha
WRITERS
Dejuan Wilson, Raymond Charles
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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