Lyrics

Came in the game with a three piece I got the blood yeah I got the stripes, woah Laced up down to the feet, I can't take defeat That's checks over stripes, woah Got no time to be a dope fiend (no time) I'm just tryna' keep this all clean (oh yeah) I follow all of the hype b Like I'm tryna' to keep all the soles clean like woah, yeah Don't be concerned with the motor I swear that the drive is unheard of (woo!) Yeah, I ain't concerned with the modem I stay connected with the server (okay) You look a little upset (huh) Must have been something I said (huh) Why you hatin' on the Bible (why) Must have been something it said, yeah Father, Son, Holy Spirit Saved by the bread and the blood Used to get kicked out of church 'cause I dipped the bread in the blood Quien ta encima es la misma quien yo hablar con en la tarde Que ta arrento de mi cuerpo esta limpio, ya tu sabe Yeah, you can tell the people who ridin' Imma tell the people who drivin' Raced in the hood, diamond buried in the dirt Wasn't really worth finding Tellin' all the people no crying, I found the one to abide in Young Boop black sheep I was in too deep, but He went sea-diving (ay ay ay ay!) Thief in the night, here He come in the sky When you put up a fight, then you dead or alive What impresses the people, I cripple the people That cripple the people that's crippled I mean it When I say I don't want the glory, I mean it When I say I'm not the same Torey, I mean it Amen hallelujah, KB undefeated Evil gotta eat it, God can be seated Seeing all the pain, seeing all the change Changing my perspective, what was my objective? Object of my faith, always been rejected President elected, it don't really matter 'Cause I always had a king They made they bed, now they gotta lay in it Coffin mistook for California king Had to go back to back like 2-4 did in '09 and '10 (Kobe) I go behind the back like no look pass From that boy Rondo, yeah (woo!) Hold on tight to that gold soul Know that's my type of bankroll High price so no easy money (no!) Eternal on the payroll (you know!) I had to smash like one time G.O.D. army and I'm on the frontline (ay!) Everyone look a little shaky like reverb added to the baseline (woo!) Side chain, side chain, side chain Check out the piece on my neckline (peace) I ain't got time to be stressin' yeah Check out the peace on my head like We not for sale, you can't hear that? (I'll just say it in braille) All of this way, hope that lucy (she don't tip the scale) Charged up like the energizer These days off, I don't take none Fed up with these handouts, like burnt toast swear I've been done Had to go back to back like Philly and Toronto Back to back like Celtics, Rondo Back to back like Lavar and Lonzo Hangin' off the top hole, screamin' like a whine though Yellin' dark to light, light View the light go, hope it ain't a crime no Killin' everything I step on Bug life, turns to ripped bones Shrug like, pray you don't get caught in a trap Like a bug, white got loose out of the trap I'm makin' something tight, ah! Pray I don't let them kill my vibe My sin got nowhere to hide Runnin' my race, Imma take it in stride Tryna' to be the best Torey alive It's Boopie, period
Writer(s): Michael Paulino, Torey D'shaun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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