A.T.'s Gospel

I'm scared to death but so what Show me what you made of Sins I can afford And there's more of Where that came from Humble as a poor man As dangerous as a paid one Get paid young nigga get paid Get paid young nigga get paid Get paid young nigga get paid Get paid young nigga get paid All they do is complain I got some dope you can shoot in your veins It's been madness all summer I'm Kool and the gang These niggas new to the game Was smoking on chronic Back before snoop had the braids She bring the juice and champagne I bring the tree & the condoms I paid a G for the product I chopped it I pitched it I'm Trying not to sink to the bottom Ready for my reign Higher than a plane Know I'm make nauseous This for Furl My girl got a girl You know I love options Know I'm gone slide All favor aside I'm getting FaceTime With no roof Hoping the knot aint a noose Hoping the coochie ain't loose Hoping that breaking the rules and telling the truth in this booth Tryna Inspire the youth Yea that'll get me the loot (Yea) I'm scared to death but so what Show me what you made of Sins I can afford And there's more of Where that came from Humble as a poor man As dangerous as a paid one Get paid young nigga get paid Get paid young nigga get paid Get paid young nigga get paid Get paid young nigga get paid Needa light then i could show it to you Saw somebody tha other day, lookin like a older version of me What if i grow into you I dunno if this is what I'm sposed to get to I'm focused on tha vision i cant motion wit you Said i been actin too cool now I'm colder wit you They done up new rules but i broke it in two Fuck it I'm claimin tha earth Aint no way they could ever say that i ain't from that turf A real one was created at birth So what he say in this verse Could be worse Ain't been to church I'm so long Dice games in Tulum What could go wrong Sold a beat with hook That's a whole zone Hold on The money on the line Saving myself first didn't ever my cross my mind Freedom's in the detail Please take your time Don't apologize Keep it lit Sends flicks with her clothes off The label wanna know What your cost Stole the whole sauce The least y'all could do Is pray over the buss down It's not adding up Who to trust now