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Aye yo JOSHUA
Aye one Sunday I was in church bro, and the Pastor said something real
He said you should ask God exactly what you want
Like if you really want some money, you should ask him for exactly how money you want
You should pull up to him like yo
Could I get a budget for 5 mill
What about 10, 15
Ugh, Brotha Brotha Brotha
Fuck what you call it, this is balling
Ugh, it's like poetic justice
Poetic callings, turn to fall-ins
Aye with budgets for Brotha
Fuck what you call it, this is balling
It's like poetic justice
Poetic callings, turn to fall-ins
Aye, with budgets for Brotha
Hold up Brotha, fuck it there it goes
Eyes turning red they never close
It's the moment of truth and fuck it he never froze
The shooter hand is hot now fuck it it's never cold
Brotha uses pens the ink is gold
The paper's platinum and the cover's diamond
I takes to action I ain't stuntin' styling
I don't see the life they fucking writing
Or they might just copy a flow man we used to call that plagiarizing
I had to link with bro the haters rising
They follow trends and they don't think about it
Second nature barely think about it
When I stomp up on the beat, with my anchor socks
They want that shit to fail, they can't stand it's not
Caught an opp's head bopping he can't stand it's hot
I thought a bitch said something, damn it's not
Nothing that you thought it was sip the yac and caught a buzz
Heard Brotha cuz, had to vent about the fuss
Fuck what you call it, this is balling
Ugh, it's like poetic justice
Poetic callings, turn to fall-ins
Aye with budgets for Brotha
Fuck what you call it, this is balling
It's like poetic justice
Poetic callings, turn to fall-ins
Aye with budgets for Brotha
It's Brothatar the last bar bender
Big body Ash is far from slender
I show my gratitude in person not a card sender
Ain't no tea I brings the pain, while you at the bartender
I kick myself too many times at large dinners
Table meetings with the fam, eat together starve with you
I had to make a plan to carve with you
Bon ape-titty need the breast of the chicken
I'm the best that's the difference
My flow is sacred I curate it by the plenty
They flows don't make it
That shit is shaky, bake it or purée it it remains shitty
I kind of miss when Hip Hop was still gritty
Now rappers popping ass to cop some cash and that culture makes me dizzy
I work so hard my money sweaty, underneath a titty
Don't ever reach pussy you might just get slapped silly
I'm that small town spitter getting love in every city
Ain't a soul can fuck with him
Fuck what you call this, this is balling aye
I'm in love with the justice
Poetic callings, turn to fall-ins
With budgets for Brotha
Fuck what you call this, this is balling aye
I'm in love with the justice
Poetic callings, turn to fall-ins
With budgets for Brotha
I'm saying though I need a budget through the roof like
Metaphorical budgets too you feel me not just the money
I need the budget for the spirit, I need the budget with the soul
The budget with the mind the emotional intellectual you feel me
All of that
I need the intuition budget
I need the wisdom budget
You feel me the blessings budget
Need that, aye I need that
Yeah
Brotha Brotha Brotha Brotha
Yeah it ain't no other mother fuckers