Letras
Please hold all applause, apologies
And don't fake vibe with me
Way too late to try come ride with me
Hear that tire screech
Modesty ain't never been fond of me
Pop smoke like R-I-P
The bar I set might be too hard to reach
Don't climb this money tree
I wanna be here long time to me, that's important
These boys comedy, really be actin' like bitches
So I call them bitch
Ball overseas, did a few deals
Gave sine back to the kids and I did that all in a week
(Lil' monte on the beat, you got it on repeat)
(God came through)
(And I did that)
(Halo)
(God came through)
(Halo)
Gave some praise to The Highest
Every day I put my hands up
Shout my uncle, daddy taught me how to put my (hands up)
Swing, swing, swing, door swingin' on the Cadillac
I got family, I can't take no accounta-
Lay up, lay up in LA, from Saint Lou', though
Way up, way up, turn Rodeo into the road again
Wear my halo like my logo
(God came through)
(Halo)
(God came through)
(Halo)
Halo
My halo gold mistake it for ghetto
If you don't know, hey
Halo
My halo crimson look like it Death Row, so cold