Letras
Aye
Riding round wit my kin folk
Aye
Windows tinted can't see bro
Aye
Reciprocate about 10 fold
Aye
Off all the things that prayed for
Aye
I was slipping and dead broke
Aye
But Back to business I get more
Aye
Paper paper my bank like
Wait
Went from 10 bucks to 10 mill
Aye
You looking like you hardly getting love
Last year you was popping and selling a bunch
This year you kinda frantic It's looking rough
But I guess everybody ain't feeling you much
But I gotta pray for you I'm hoping you good
It's my turn bout to kill it and keep it for good
My God bless me everywhere that I turn
Back on my reach
Back on my dream
Back wit my peace
Back em up
Back em up
Back em up
Blessing Blessing Blessing
My God I'm resting getting leverage
Oh nah you looking kinda desperate
Too far My hustle kinda extra
Oh nah you lazy get to stepping
Go hard my words truly a weapon
I'm Tarzan pounding on my chest and
Guess that mean that I'm king don't you forget it
Okay
Gimmie the green
Uh
Feeling too sweet
Uh
I'm in the lead
Uh
Hoping you see
Uh
Holier things
Uh
Christ is king
Pressure pressure pressure
My God I wrestle wrestle wrestle
They could not measure measure measure
How we keeping get blessed don't you forget it
Back on my reach
Back on my dream
Back wit my peace
Back em up
Back em up
Back em up
I used to be insecure
I used to feel some type of way when people would try to judge