Credits
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Jules Bikoy
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Lyrics
I hop out the ride just me and Lil Ky
He gossip and tip he ain't my type of guy
He tellin 'em lies make it up on the fly
You can say what u want you ain't making me cry
I might pull up too proper got suit and a tie
You all in the mix quickest way to get fried
I ain't all in the mix and they wondering why
What you profit from hanging outside on the block?
How u gon' react when they hop out with glock?
I been talkin to Jesus He really my rock
Two wrongs don't make right I done heard that a lot
I done heard it a lot took me time to believe
Yeah I talk to the Lord and I ask for a change
I don't owe you a thing He done paid all my fees
Had to change up my view had to switch up my lane
They 'ont even be thinking, just cock back and aim
Lost my bro to da gun really messed up my brain
When i hop on the track I don't do it for fame
Used to rap 'bout whatever I'm praising His name
You ain't never too far ain't too late to get saved
I'm really that one always gon' b brave
I'm really that one who don't follow da wave
Imma buss down my neck then pull up, Flavor Flav
Rocking the beat with the bars like I'm Lil Wayne
Go run it up and be smart what my mama say
9/11, Blake b-day a holiday
Leave the scene if I ain't talk to my God today
They ain expect me to do this
Get on the track and I'm talkin too fluent
Satan done tried it he had me he blew it
You think you gon' spin me like who is you fooling?
He don't even bang talking bout he be boolin'
In my own world you can say I be coolin'
Praising His name I don't care what you think
Play with your life it be gone in a blink
Keeping my soul I ain't taking no bargain
This ain no jokin matter, this ain't Martin
Sit down and learn call me Swervo the Student
All of that knowledge you waste you don't use it
Hop out the car and they crankin' my music
Just got back from school and got right back into it
I gotta watch how I think and be mindful of what I be doin
He cap in his raps it's confusing
I gotta dream , gotta pursue it
I talk to God , can't do no losing
I tell the truth , in all of my music
Me and my brothers stick tight like a glue stick
I got a man that look smack like Druski
Gotta watch what you say can't be talking all loosely
I was in school unprepared I asking for loose leaf's
Rackz gon' pull up tight jeans wit da blue ski
Never too flashy I'll slide in a white tee
I changed my life for the better by following Jesus
But know that I'm forever gon' be me
He had to open my eyes so I could see
I had to follow what He want me to be
I can't wait for the day they see me on TV
I can't wait for the day I see brodie again
It's gon' b the best day the next time that we meet
I remember them days that we kicked it on feet
Still remember them times playing ball in the street
Can't explain you the bond 'cause it really get deep
I be hoping I see you every time I sleep
I'm switching my style just to show 'em
You don't gotta be like them guys who be trynna be cool
Trynna hop on the track and just rap about blatts
And 'bout all of this mess that they ain't never do
You don't gotta be one of them guys
You can pick up a ball and not worry 'bout paying for school
If you think you gon' make it by just trynna fake it
You outta ya mind sad to say you a fool
And He called me away i ain't choose it
Started teaching me lessons I followed the rubric
Used to question His love but He got onnat cross and He proved it
I was down bad I was ready to lose it
I was down bad putting pain in my music
They jus rap about drugs and the blue tips
He changed my story He gave me a new script
You don't know God if you say that He too strict
Rapping for years you can call me a vet
When I'm talking bout Jesus you know imma flex
I was talkin to Scooby I said we up next
He corrected told me we coming up now
And I still can't believe that my brodie got put in the ground
Sad to say he got took by a clown
I talk to the Lord in them moments when I'm feeling down
'Cause I know He gon' turn it around
Written by: Jules Bikoy