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Father God, right now I wanna thank you for the ability to rhyme
The ability to move and the ability to think right
The ability to slow down, the ability to speed up
The ability to be in pocket, the ability to swag on these niggas
Swag like they could never do
Swag like never been done before, nigga
Father God, so I
Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'
Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face
It's niggas out here starving, fakin' fonk, but swear they ganja stank
We took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake
Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off
Tell a hoe to hush, I need silence when my bitch call
Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all
Fuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off
Life gave me lemons, so I made lemonade
All organic, y'all sip Minute Maid
I've took damage, I win anyway
Orbit my dick, y'all just in the way
She want cock now, I want plenty space
Can't stop now, I been did the race
Blowin' off fume now, room need ventilate
Spent weekends where Section 8 tenants stay
Spent my first rap check on an interface
One mic, three-fifths, and a zip of haze
Smoke dope with the bros out in Tennessee
Come with fuck shit, bitch, get away
Cup full of spaceship, that's my getaway
I can't never draw, you can get erased
Niggas hate, leave 'em all with the shitty face
I pray my name leave bitter taste
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'
Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face
You niggas spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank
I took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake
Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off
Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call
Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all
Fuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off
I put my soul in this, you'd swear I exist in my own dimension
No skateboard, my grind on intense
And I feel way more than I want to mention
Stay lab locked, perfect my invention
While lame lil' hoes do shit for attention
When I brainstorm, the shit come with wins
That'll turn that beef you want into riblets
What you think? Ain't shit but a bitch
And assault all on your face when I visit, huh
Give two fucks about what you're up to
I leave that shit to my bitches, uh
Speakin' of 'em, they speak in tongues
In my ear, then tug on my zipper, huh
Tryna ride me mid-conversation
Damn, let me finish my sentence
Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'
Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face
You niggas spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank
I took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake
Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off
Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call
Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all
Fuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off