dreaming in the night time take a trip in space as I write rhymes never looking to the past no rewinds looking to my future Cause Jesus Christ Rised on that third day no joke Holy Spirit made my chains break all sin wiped clean like a blank slate
Use to pouring liquor by the mf pitcher I been listening to my og's Nigga don't need no fucking lectures I Been stacking up these blues Stack it up just like tetetris If a nigga talking shit I wrapem up just like a mummy Bullets eat his body up I Make him feel it in his tummy got use to chasing bread cause always nigga hungry I been trapping all night but today it’s kinda sunny Back in highschool I was looking kinda bummy Niggas posted up tools Can’t let a nigga catch running Anything I do you know my family always Funding Finessing on this beat tryna make a track Wit London Tryna get this p You know I got that shit from gunna Do it for my team Yea I put that on my mama If tryna get to me it gotta be about the commas
