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Wrist

IMRSQD, Moflo Music, Sammie Lee
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Back and forth thinkin' 'bout tryna quite my day job Then I think about all the bills I have to pay off Couple millions streams on Spotify don't mean much Industry grivin' out cashews, can't deceive us Why I gotta sell my image to build fanbase? Why is everybody so hyped up on ad space? Every time I open up 'Gram, it's competition Double dirty dishes, it's really about the Kingdom None of this is worth my soul, not a penny Rap game really a prison, my dawg, trully Numbers don't lie, but they really could corrupt a clean heart I spit love and free cagebirds, okay, bars Don't hate with me, dawg A beacon of light, the rap game is full of fog It's a game of tennisI love God, no, I don't regret it It's all in the wrist, okay Wrist, okay, wrist, okay Wrist, okay, wrist, okay Wrist, okay, wrist, okay It's all in the wrist, okay Wrist, okay, wrist, okay Wrist, okay, wrist, okay Seated in glory no man could measure Couldn't find peace in sex, drugs or vain pleasure Off beat, my dawg, my cadence slap like concrete Blood wash away, my sin black like coffee Glorify de grind, but the Indie life is hellish No cap flow, but Elohim takes all the credit Why you say your song for people who spit venom? Pointin' to the Cross and tellin' 'em 'bout repentance One God under the sun, His name is Jesus Three in one, That's Gorrila Glue, cohesion Sin seperates since Adam, Eve, and Eden God sent his Son to close, cast in and defect Don't hate with me, dawg A beacon of light, The rap game is full of fog It's a game of tennis Man, I don't think you get it It's all in the wrist, okay Wrist, okay, wrist, okay Wrist, okay, wrist, okay Wrist, okay, wrist, okay It's all in the wrist, okay Wrist, okay, wrist, okay Wrist, okay, wrist, okay