Letras
Bitch, don't even mention
If y'all go talk to God, tell Him steer my intuition
Fuck y'all really gon' say to me? I got a condition
Niggas can't hit what they can't see
I'ma stay loyal to the street while I get my money, yeah
Tell 'em pray for me, bitch, don't even mention
If y'all go talk to God, tell Him steer my intuition
Fuck y'all really gon' say to me? I got a condition
Niggas can't hit what they can't see
I'ma stay loyal to the street while I get my money
What is the definition of real now?
Is it determined on what you earned or you build now?
Has it been predicated to people as dedicated to
Dumbin' the demographic half of the kill down? Like
Look at what I rose from
What do you expect when livin' under your own thumb?
How do you progress when you left in a lurch
And they left you a nurse so you search for your own drum?
But I come from a place where the space was cramped
I was raised in a way so I don't wait for stamps
Of approval, my removal mutes you
So I move at a pace that elates my camp
I was canvassin' what I imagined in
Was a safe house, now I combat within
I don't chase clout, that is an act of sin
I reenact what is fact to refract within
If I adapt to them, then my edge is gone
There's a very thin line when the ledge is drawn
There was various times where they egged me on
But still the wounds from the past are what kept me calm
Bitch, don't even mention
If y'all go talk to God, tell Him steer my intuition
Fuck y'all really gon' say to me? I got a condition
Niggas can't hit what they can't see
I'ma stay loyal to the street while I get my money, yeah
Tell 'em pray for me, bitch, don't even mention
If y'all go talk to God, tell Him steer my intuition
Fuck y'all really gon' say to me? I got a condition
Niggas can't hit what they can't see
I'ma stay loyal to the street while I get my money
What are you niggas really afraid of?
What are you benefittin' by limpin' to a pay stub?
How is it beneficial imprisonin' inner issues
Of people who went to diss you? Repent, but it's fake love
But I'm harborin' what you didn't, involvement
I've been holdin' this omen and I've been
Watchin' you mock His accomplishments
Conjure up falsehood just to block His stint
A sunk ark in the hearts of men
If you are content, then your remarks are a bark
A benchmark that starts where you faltered in
Every bar is a barge in the bar set
I know the road between a goal and what's far-fetched
But I'm frowned upon, I found the pawns around the pond
A large fish underground, but strong
Self-doubt was the route that the shouts was spawned
Fuck jealous comments and the couch you on
You were never an adversary, don't have me go have you carried away
The way you niggas ride is imaginary
Don't have me get to cappin' at your capillaries
You rappers are rather bitch-made, I will have 'em buried
I just wanna be myself
Respect for my reflection when I see myself
It's a blessing through the music I could feed myself
And give a message to the folks that say they need my help
Look, I would never let down anybody I'm a leader to
Follow every word and take a look at where I'm leadin' you
Never idolize, I just hope your eyes recognize
Everything you see in me, I see in you
Brain food, look how good I'm feedin' you
Road to success, there's a highway to hell, yeah, scenic route
So my intuition got to tellin' me that bein' on the
Television ain't the validation that I need from you
Lookin' at my younger self, hopin' I would make it
Prayin' that I got a chance, if I did, I would take it
Confusin' bein' high on self with elevation
Confusin' bein' dead inside with dedication
I will never trade grace for fame, my faith remains
The devil's works are God's blessings
Pepsi, Coke, they look the same
They both are sweet, but in the end, they don't taste the same
So choose one
Bitch, don't even mention
If y'all go talk to God, tell Him steer my intuition
Fuck y'all really gon' say to me? I got a condition
Niggas can't hit what they can't see
I'ma stay loyal to the street while I get my money, yeah
Tell 'em pray for me, bitch, don't even mention
If y'all go talk to God, tell Him steer my intuition
Fuck y'all really gon' say to me? I got a condition
Niggas can't hit what they can't see
I'ma stay loyal to the street while I get my money