(Haan) Ha
Young Nigga with the Buffs on but Im not cocky
I have Courtney Ring your bell
I know God body

Vegan nigga I be meditating
I know God bout me
Pray about it, I don't stress about it, I know God got me

Slide on a nigga with the sticks this is not hockey

We be running with the mafia, I feel like John Gotti
Bro be passing rocks like the 80s call him John Stockton

Gotta get another recipe this shit not locking
Gangstas and rappers in my hood got the block rock

We be on the road to studio cause we ain't got options
Talkin all in codes when we on phones
We know the cops watching

They don't know what time we be on they aint got watches

Put one eye on this money and ima Fetty Wap it

Hit the studio right after Halloween
These scary hours

We be masking up but don't do Covid unless he fetti boxing

My fiends said they like they girl thick like Meg The Stallion

Got my chakras right and got aligned kundalini rising

My new bitch related to Mussolini she Italian
She think Im an Olympian when she seen me medallion

How I'm in the streets and in the church and I keep the balance
Heavy weight I put in with my hands you aint peep the callus

Wake up give praise to the savior in my sky
Don't care if you pray to Yahweh or Allah

Know that he within me, Im connected like its wifi
And still run up top while im chillin on my down time

So we say with confidence
"The lord is my helper I will not be afraid"
Hebrew 13:6

I be praying a lot but I don't worry
Known to keep the peace
I know Christian niggas that'll murk you in your jesus piece

I know freaky church girls and street negus that dont keep it street
Young nigga get off that demon time let Jesus speak

When the darkness falls
They in your room like they pulling teeth
Alphabet boys got on yo ass and you ain't keep it G

Tryna keep the peace Ion worried bout what dog said
Arm leg leg arm head
Get em' all dead

G.o.d B.O.d.y we don't call feds
Ion bang but if it's for the blues leave em all red

I aint beefing with no niggas sleeping in a small bed
O.p.p D.I.e die but we dont off kids

Catch em and then air with his tongue out with the bald head
Micheal Jordan jumping from the foul line we ball yeah

Call me Al put him on a crucifix get em cross (yeah)
I treat all my niggas like we equal cause we all men

Dte we heard they lights on, we cut em off yea
Spig look Like a kennel how he out here selling dog yeah

You can't stand the rain
Cut his water off yeah

Play like he Lamar
No I ain't Meech we knock em off yeah