Lyrics

How could y’all act clueless
Acting like I don’t do this
Don’t ever look down on the god
You Judas
If you ain’t a asset
Dammit you’re useless
They see you calling
But still treat you Like a unknown
Don’t make no STUPID decisions
on a SMART phone
Everyone a clone
But look homie I’m home grown
I don’t have time to be a hater
I have the WILL to set it off
Without JADA
And don’t ask for no favours
I need that paper up front
I ain’t doing no waivers
I’m plotting to do something major
I’m tryna get paid off
And have land by the acres
Funny thing
they said I couldn’t do it
I made it here
Shit I fuckin’ knew it!
Im vicious with my intentions
Sacrilegious with my disses
Imma take what’s mine
I don’t ever ask for permission
And the Lord is my witness
That Music is my religion
I’m the messiah motherfucker
you are just my disciples
I correct the corrections
I’m contagious with my flexes
They pray I bless them in my mentions
But I’m in a different dimension
You gone need pearl vision
To see everyone of my visions
If you ain’t in the business
I careless about your opinions
Medicated off the beats
That’s one hell of a prescription
Funny thing
they said I couldn’t do it
I made it here
Shit I fuckin’ knew it!
Written by: Michael Messiah Earl, Sydney Sexton
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out