歌词
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take with saving grace
My soul's at stake around these snakes
That hiss and bite and take no breaks
Make no mistake that some friends are foes now
The loyalty slowed down
As you transition from keeping G'z up and hoes down
Having the big head you bound to meet the real
Cuz it is ideal with thе skill
Steel sharpens steel
Ball like Lucille
Ball likе LaMelo
Know that people will envy as you take your shot Carmello
It's hard here
My head is on a swivel I don't know fear
And I count my blessings because I'm God Tier
Chillin' on my alter
The Bred will never falter
To money I'm a stalker
You take it, it will cost ya
Don't say I never told you
You are well informed
I kill any threat
I am the calm before the storm
I place any bet
There's nothing like a killah scorned
Before the internet if there was beef leave it deformed
Keep it clapping like an assembly
So unequivocally in Missouri live by this ministry
Steph Curry I be shooting for my goal mane
On the ground but I'm higher than a soul plane
Half of the **** real , half hoes mane
Know the difference from a half and a whole mane
Slept on a park bench same clothes mane
Sold weed, sold crack, sold blow mane
It ain't really what you got it's what you know mane
In the heat of the moment heart cold mane
Rose from the concrete watch me grow mane
And Imma water dat, and tell em holla bacc
I'm from STL you see my fitted cap
You prolly lost it all, you got to get it bacc
You from the trenches too
You ain't think I knew
I probably been through all the shit you been through too
And it's a mans world, mama raised a hustler
We do the hand in hand you know I know the customers
Onassis, Killah Threat, the silhouette
You know what's happening next
They bout to raise the bets
Stay off the media really look what they feeding ya
Welcome to the New World Order
They fenna starve ya
Agents, they got agents
Watch faces
Pages, we flip pages
Dodge the matrix
3 triangles for real we not basic
Turn into a doctor the glocc will give you a facelift
And I'm just trying to chill
Have you paying doctor bills
Leave you with a lump on you head
You like naw for real
And it's the holy grail, we bout to pass it round
I'm the truth for real you ain't got to ask around
Written by: Corey Sharp Jr., Tracy Moore, Tracy Moore Jr.
