歌詞
They ain't think that I could tell a story over trap beats
They ain't think I'd have em rocking vip to nosebleeds
Cop a white gold french bread set AP
Pointing people to the man from Galilee
They ain't think I'd make a milli from the words I speak
Top spot billboard, right by Aubrey
O nine, two one, this prophecy
His words not me
Now watch how I do it, yeah
Old life I out grew it, yeah
Now when they see how I'm moving
They drawn to it
I draw clues through the music
To point to it
And they really wanna know
How I got em' all going out control
So cold like I came out the snow
Behold
He saved me soul
Ah, ah, ah
I ain't with the poverty stricken version of Christianity
Give me the mic, and the boy be causing mass calamity
The power and glory to the king that's up in the heavenly's
Covering vanity
We got em jumping like ouah
I just wanna move the truth through ya
Right hook like Rua
Keep it smooth like a doo-wap
And this ain't how it sposed' to be
But it don't matter cause I know the king
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They ain't think that I could tell a story over trap beats
They ain't think I'd have em rocking vip to nosebleeds
Cop a white gold french bread set AP
Pointing people to the man from Galilee
They ain't think I'd make a milli from the words I speak
Top spot billboard right by Aubrey
O nine, two one, this prophecy
His words not me
Now watch how I do it
Move with influence
A lot of people wanna view it,and try to remove it
But his word I'm reviewing, it's gotten me rooted
Now everything that I'm doing, I'm doing to prove that
I'm on the way up
Lead, with the right like a left foot layup
My mind made up
I'm getting paid up
I roll with the greatest alive
I'm taking my time
The writtens get rid of the lies
The feeling of filling up boats, with the fish that I find, is feeling divine
Aye
I'm feeling defined aye
Wr, wr, written in red ink
Tell me what y'all say
Anyone claiming the yah, yah, Yahweh
Can go home
All of the people rockin' won't you go sing along
Oh, oh, oh, oh
They ain't think that I could tell a story over trap beats
They ain't think I'd have em rocking vip to nosebleeds
Cop a white gold french bread set AP
Pointing people to the man from Galilee
They ain't think I'd make a milli from the words I speak
Top spot billboard right by Aubrey
O nine, two one, this prophecy
His words not me
Now
Wa, wa, watch
They ain't think that I could tell a story over trap beats
They ain't think I'd have em rocking vip to nosebleeds
Cop a white gold french bread set AP
Pointing people to the man from Galilee
They ain't think I'd make a milli from the words I speak
Top spot billboard right by Aubrey
O nine, two one, this prophecy
His words not me
Now watch how I
Written by: James TenNapel, John Luker
