Say My Grace
WhoaHey!
Make room on my plateI just said my grace and then i ateGotta particular tasteI just stuffed my pockets in my face okLet’s have a debate we talking bout poppinI promise i’m feeling a way (who)I took the bodies up outta my closetI buried em deep and they still in the way
I know some lil niggas got baptizedTrap gods they can’t put the drilling awayHad to part ways with the sad vibes bad guysYou might be a villain today (hey)Ask god why i didn’t get a answer (why)Why i lose my brother to bullets (why)Why i lose my grandma to cancer (why)Why me god i need answers (why)Why a young nigga straight out atlanta (why)Why the judge n the cops tryna jam us (why)Why i keep getting all of these chances (why)Why me god i need answers (hey)Speak ya mind and you might get canceled (canceled)Pinky ring and it cost me a phantom (phantom)Wack the witness the evidence tampered (wack em)Dirty money the safe is the hamper (dirty money)Yeah my bitch she a star and i stamped her (stamped her)P e jordan 3 this the sampler (p e)Ion wanna do it but i gotta do itGotta kill ya nigga if it’s me or you (hey)He got fire i got fye nigga lighter fluid (fye)Gotta away from the haters say hallelujahShit be crazy the shit be the closest to you (crazy)It’s ok cuz they know that i come to do it (hey)Hold ya v up for virgilExclusive louie (v)Bitches geeking n tweaking i hit a uey (geekin)Wrist hitting n glistening this shit a movie (glisten)If it’s smoke at the door then i’m tending to it (smoke)Watch when i step murakami my belt (hey)Angel on my shoulder but the devil on the left (devil)I gotta mil not mil for my shelf (million)I do it alone i own myself (alone)Niggas stay home before your dome get left (baow)Niggas playing dirty hit below my belt (dirty)Ima get the bag do the show myself (show)Do that shit again had to show myself
Make room on my plateI just said my grace and then i ateGotta particular tasteI just stuffed my pockets in my face okLet’s have a debate we talkin bout poppinI promise i’m feeling a way (who)I took the bodies up outta my closetI buried em deep and they still in the way
I filled up the crib with cars the hallsWith all n all im still having spaceGotta particular taste picky eater i guessBut i’m still stuffing my face (yeah)She gotta natural wrap like a natural doLike the blunt she don’t like the shit lacedI was outside of the buildingI’m owning the spotWant a b you gotta have faithI’m in a meditate stateEver since we lost bro ain’t really much more i can takeI pop a 10 when it’s lateMomma told me to pray i do that cause you know i can’t play(hey)We flood the field up frWe got the rides in the back but you knowWe ain’t come here to play (hey)You up be playing the stakesI been up playing abroadWith broads n mates (yeah)
Make room on my plateI just said my grace and then i ateGotta particular tasteI just stuffed my pockets in my face okLet’s have a debate we talking bout poppingI promise i’m feeling a way (who)I took the bodies up outta my closetI buried em deep and they still in the way
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