Lyrics

Ugh, it's salvation, or salary You can't find that in the same place (Same place) I risk it all for my unborn (Unborn) Put it on the line for my namesake (Yeah) If you only stash it you stagnant (Stagnant) You way too in love with that bag shit (Bag shit) But only Jesus saves, pass the collection plate And you dreamed the world I'm livin' in (Right) Wanna hit the women I be swimmin' in Cute, but don't confuse it as I'm feminine (Nah) Make a phone call if I feel your threats is imminent Niggas press you, oh now you don't remember it How convenient, haven't reached my zenith (Right) Rock new clothes and never take 'em to the cleaners (Nah) In the Hamptons with the fam at the summer home (Brr, brr) Bag's callin', this really is a money phone Black excellence, me and this fine specimen Take her to the telly, never bring her to my residence Nah, I ain't tryna let her ShadeRoom me But shit happens, boy c'est la vie Ugh, it's salvation, or salary You can't find that in the same place (Same place) I risk it all for my unborn (Unborn) Put it on the line for my namesake (Yeah) If you only stash it you stagnant (Stagnant) You way too in love with that bag shit (Bag shit) But only Jesus saves, pass the collection plate Look, they don't understand the pain When eyes on you, and you carrying the family name Make a false move, you could bring the family shame I played it straight, now they thinkin' that I'm candy cane It's cool I play opossum, I'm an actor now Niggas be wifing up the pass arounds Yeah, I slash and leave Low key, nobody has to see The hidden ones like Assassin's Creed I know, y'all thought you had me pegged But y'all got it wrong See, I was young, baggin' shorties and they soccer moms Twinnin', and 11s only just beginning Somebody tell these dudes that they finished It's Diggy It's salvation, or salary You can't find that in the same place (Same place) I risk it all for my unborn (Unborn) Put it on the line for my namesake (Yeah) If you only stash if you stagnant (Stagnant) You way too in love with that bag shit (Bag shit) But only Jesus saves, pass the collection plate Yo, See, it's salvation or salary You dudes built the foundation on fallacies (Yeah) And everybody puttin' on a front (Woah) It's like being fake is a normality Yeah, I keep it real, so it look like I'm the culprit Travel the world, I'm well cultured King of the jungle, watching for poachers and vultures Little girls everywhere, hangin' up my posters He's so Disney, oris he? I'll let you decide I'll make your girl feel electric, then slide Haha, papa The problem is, y'all ain't got no passion I go hard, when I don't really have to (I really don't) It's salvation, or salary You can't find that in the same place (Same place) I risk it all for my unborn (Unborn) Put it on the line for my namesake (Yeah) If you only stash if you stagnant (Stagnant) You way too in love with that bag shit (Bag shit) But only Jesus saves, pass the collection plate
Writer(s): Earl Taylor, Daniel Simmons, Euro, Carlton Mays, Doe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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