Lyrics

Truble I swear it's a lot questions I been wrestling Like Jacob in the desert He don't know he in the presence of the G Cause we was all in Romans With the brodies Talking righteousness And all the likes of it But what that got to do with me Cause I just had Bacardi at the party With a pretty young thang Running game like a doggy off the leash Still bent Suited up Harvey Dent In the church saying cheese But I look a little different on the streets But how come I don't do it if I know better I don't know what love is Just the four letters Swear I wake up Tryna kick the urge to curb Got me drifting from the Word But my soul endeavour Stepping out the boat And walking to you through the stormy weather Married to the game In the ring fighting for the better Feel it's back to square one Every time I mess up Over shoulders looking out in case the karma catch up I'm righteous even though I don't feel like it I was made in the image of the God What an insult it is when I start To think that I could do a better job at the law God came down and fulfilled it But told everybody that I killed it So now they think I'm perfect But I still feel guilty He was so clean But for me He got filthy Ain't a fair trade I ain't even do nun right He stopped wars But I still start fights He went low But I still get high I dodged death But He gave his life Me and God both feel like we so fake He know He aint sin And I know I ain't saint But I'ma take the gift that He died just to give And live like everyday somebody died Cause they did Nowhere near good But I'ma get it Nowhere near done But I'ma finish I been on the run On the run fighting long nights When you got faith You don't listen to ya feelings Nowhere near good But I'ma get it Nowhere near done But I'ma finish I been on the run On the run fighting long nights When you got faith You don't listen to ya feelings Something in the air I don't feel good (Feel good, feel good, feel good, feel good) Life tryna 2Pac the dog but I don't feel Suge (Feel Suge, feel Suge) Used to think I was only capable of only wrong Yeah it's true but I still stood (Still stood) Ten toes Way I endured So even when I'm going through I'm getting to it This here not just vision but it's clear and fluid The sky the bluest And still a limit Pen problems at the neck Like a diamond pendant Boy from the gutter Nah his mind just in it Wanna rise to the top Gotta mind ya business And own it like Oprah Winfrey No more bidding Time is ticking Change position Had to pivot And when seconds on the clock Tick tick best believe it's the Mamba instinct Swish Shoulder shrugs to the opposition Knew I'd win it was all a given While some called it gimmick Pop took the charge On and off the court like a co defendant So it's not a spur of the moment huh Been hot like a parka in the summer Word to Tony Vision twenty twenty Ginobli Was down bad I'm up now Death to the old me Pen Nowhere near good But I'ma get it Nowhere near done But I'ma finish I been on the run On the run fighting long nights When you got faith You don't listen to ya feelings Nowhere near good But I'ma get it Nowhere near done But I'ma finish I been on the run On the run fighting long nights When you got faith You don't listen to ya feelings
Writer(s): Marcellius Hamilton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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