Disobey

Yeah my grandmomma had high hopes

I don't want to die bro

I just spread love and

Leave this bitch on a high note

If we talkin' money then you

Niggas got my vote

The pussy might be good but

These bitches is psychos that's facts

I never sit with twelve and tell info'

They run up on you pullin' techs

Out they Chanel trench coats

Bitch, I rep Atlanta like I'm

Arthur Blank's assault rifles

Look just like them shit's that

They shoot off of tanks

As we been gettin' money

My memory often draws a blank if it's beef

Chef Boyar Benton cook all the flakes

Yeah, you know the God can't be boxed in

Bitch, I'm in top ten since

I was signed with Hopsin

Drugs got me 'noyed

I feel like somebody watchin'

My circle gettin' small 'cause I

Feel like somebody plottin'

I lost a good friend who

Was sniffin' up oxycontin

Wish I knew you was depressed, now

You stiff in that box, rottin'

I play the tough guy like

I wasn't suppressing fears

Thought I wasn't good enough 'cause

I wasn't impressing peers

Now it's fuck a favorite rapper, I'm the God

Used to look up to you niggas 'til

I found out they all frauds

Yeah, I'm finna ride on my enemies

Fuck a drive-by, I'll walk up on you

Like "You remember me?" after I kill 'em

I pray that I find some inner peace

My demons keep me up, swear to God

I cannot get any sleep yeah, uh, hail Mary

It's Paul Bearer Benton and the

Bodies are well buried

Eh, somebody call a pastor

Disobedient slave is 'bout to

Body all the masters motherfucker

Closed minds in 2020 get close-lined

I feel like Reggie Miller holdin'

Up the choke sign

Grabbin' on my nuts while your