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Yeah, yeah Hallelujah, Amen Look ma I made it out the basement Look T he balling like Wilt Chamberlain Hot stove cook up the dope come and taste it Hallelujah, Amen Rosegold chain with the praying hands Young T destined for greatness that's my alias Zoom off in the spaceship with my aliens Hallelujah, Amen Hallelujah, Amen Hallelujah, Amen Hallelujah, Amen Look at Lil' T from the cove I was 13 with a proposition to cook up the stove I could see the future It was international we flown I saw lights blinding they knew all the words to my songs I was stage diving then I sign my name on they clothes Mama watching from behind me, backstage with my folks I could see it vivid in my dreams Then it turn to smoke Nightmares haunting me constantly Coming me for me most yeah yeah Look at Lil' T from the cove I was 16 when my first homie Got murdered in the cold blood Hold up, Lil' T it's a cold world keep your eyes open Devils keep approaching provoking Will I be next, my paranoia keep controlling Jehovah spoken he said, Young T Destined for greatness that's the chosen Angels speak to me like Mary Joseph They singing hallelujah I say amen with praying hands, aw yeah Hallelujah, Amen Look ma I made it out the basement Don't let the jersey fool you bruh, I ain't playing Speed off in my spaceship with my aliens Hallelujah, Amen Look ma I made it out the basement Don't wait for my downfall, I can't land Bumping Jesus Musik in my grey Sedan Aye, look at Young Trip from the D Still in high school when I signed a deal in my teens Some tried to change my plan, but I ran full steam I just couldn't let it go, my nicotine kind of dream Can I get a amen, yeah, yeah Aye, pick this up on your antenna, hey man Young T's a rookie, I guess I'm a veteran Outchea reaching for my goals, like the Space Jam with my aliens Hey, coach, I want to play Put me in the game I feel like I'm a shot away Oh, oh, oh, me no disobey Trippin in the kitchen finna whip up a souffle, yeah Aye, I might give me a trophy Our, our Captains' gone but he's reigning remotely I'm sweating like it's game seven, double OT Ty sent this record, I sent back a praying hand emoji, hallelujah Hallelujah, Amen Look ma I made it out the basement Look T he balling like Wilt Chamberlain Hot stove cook up the dope come and taste it Hallelujah, Amen Look ma I made it out the basement Don't wait for my downfall, I can't land Speed off in my spaceship with my aliens
Writer(s): Ty Brasel, Chris Kenneth Mackey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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