Ari Rei - Maranatha Lyrics

You
My suit like my combo, a neat three piece
You need me to be on load management for PT
Sweet tea, couldn't fall far from a peach tree
Macintosh soft, still you pc
How I run these emcees is tricky
You see me
Only got one real ex, man I'm DC
Ask me how I made a corporate hunnid tax-free
Psyche, anything goes for a slight fee
Say I'm not a OG, 'cause my soul's icy
Someone told me "You ain't be the same Rose, you switched up"
I told them I had to elevate, beat the system
I told them I had to get the bag for my sister
I told them I had to get the bag for my cita
I told them I had to get the bag for my mama
I told them I had to - get the point?
I'm the one
And I did it with distinction too
Dean's list, wooden rooms
Name is in the Book so when I die I'm still living proof
Of a box stealer, grave lock picker
Been a Blood biller to be the block healer
Still a young hitta, still that young hitta
Can't tell'em I feel 'em
That ain't rap, it's all filler
Hope you come to the cross before you get crossed out
Got truth in my heart, and a tool in my pouch
Know bullets breed stress, lay awake on the couch
But I'd rather be stressed then get stretched out
I can throw hands, throwing hands still a last resort
Thinking we gone fight is how you end up on news report
Fast track to the morgue, mothers cry, brothers mourn
Folk tell you get a grip, it's rubber with the metal core
Vengeance is the Lord's, when He gives it's no take backs
Only touch mine if you can speed dial dispatch
Kevlar prepped and a permit for the click clack
So when I beat the case I'm getting my stick back
Conscious don't believe me just watch
This process is daunting and toxic
No drop tops, no walk-ins
I'm not paranoid I'm just cautious
The gossip's obnoxious to solace
And this the last time I book an all-inclusive
I'm elusive and the flights that I got used to come with leg room
And intrusive thoughts of if I ever want to land
The altitude of peace of mind
They say that you live and learn, that's only if you survive
What don't kill you make you stronger, more times you die
You might be one in a million, dawg I'm one of a kind
If your girl ain't get piped that's because I declined
And that bro, ain't out of lack of her trying
I'm primed to bare fruit of a spiritual kind
Be mindful of time as it ends
Maranatha friends
Tryna make these ends meet, working 'til I make amends
It's so discreet, undercover
When He leaks, it all depends