D-List

I got time and they down just to pay the bills

They getting high, that's a vibe and the same feel

Tryna reach that bag and I can't step back

And I might catch flack

And I might get jack

And I'm not getting tagged

And I'm not getting mad

'Cause He got my back so

Please do not pick up the line but they kiss it and cuddle it

Flirt with the devil, he might get you bubbling

Y'all don't know jack 'bout the talks in my huddle, so no

Hate when they go get my album and put it on shuffle

I'm out in the dirt with a spoon as a shovel

So next time I drop I just might charge you double for sure

How many reasons

How many seasons

Cross on my back and I run through your defense

Reading Ephesians, Ima need Jesus

Cooking up rappers I chopped into pieces

Put 'em in soup and they act like I'm tweaking

Ain't even peaked yet

And y'all tweaking

Y'all tweaking

I ain't tryna check you

I ain't playing defense

Is it love for the streets you been seeking

Now your family been mourning in the evening

Can't my God see you sail under pressure

You was not hard

Hair swinging like a Willow

Son of God

And my symbols get to banging on you window

See you talking on your pillow made you sober like a silhouette cop car

Lord God, I'm a sinner like fair state

But it was taking some time for me to eat it

I was lost, looking forward to flaws in a two seater

Heater in the back, ready to melt whoever seen her

Heaven came down and told Boopie to raise the meter

Let my life bleed right through the speakers about His blood on me

Already came from the bottom with the mud on me

Already written in the book 'cause he loved on me