Dream junkie til the death of me
Tell my fears they can rest in peace
Or hopeless pieces hopefully
They will not get tha best of me
But best believe, I'm tryna best the best I can be
I increase
With every sentence that I speak or complete
You see, the goal that I'm tryna reach
Is to be with my G-O-D
And that's not momentarily
I'm talking for eternity
Internally fighting inner demons tryna see me bleed
They don't want this page, so I have to turn it to a different sheet
Apologies, not tryna be cocky
But geez, I'm killing tha beat
That I got from Young Mitchell, sheesh
I can't deplete
I arose like a rose in the concrete
I don't see toes when you scream your 10 toes deep, weak
I need the guap, but I don't need the green
I got my fam, and I don't need a team
I don't need a vision, I already gotta dream
But, yeah I gotta dream, doesn't mean i sleep
Off the leash
I'm mobbing beats
They talking cheap
But stalking me
I'm mobbing deep
I bob and weave
ApologieZ
I called police
I mauled the beat
That's all on me, Z
Young Mitchell on the beat, call it hammer time
Z and I bout to eat, call it, dinner time
Squad deep on the stage, and we goin up
Elavated but we sober
Cause I don't need to be lit up inside with the liquor to have a good time wit the homies
All I need is a good vibe and the Lord by my side so the devil can't hold me
Bring anybody that you wanna bring, but they better be ready to keep it a hunnit
We don't do it less cause we don't have the time
All of us eat, imma call it wine and dine, yeah
If you didn't know then now you know
Kinda wacky wit it on the flow
I go crazy on my live shows
Your mom prolly love my church clothes
So so many say that they're about it but they prolly fibbin'
If you rock a jersey that don't mean you're in it
They be tryna play my God but He ain't wit it, nah
They're gonna ask how we do it
Little do they know the grind and the time that we put into all of our music
But if they knew they wouldn't do it, no
Not gonna lie, it's not hard to do rap but I'm more than an artist
I do this for God and I stay on the clock and I'm tickin' with love, do you feel it?
Woo!
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Dream junkie til the death of me
Tell my fears they can rest in peace
Or hopeless pieces hopefully
They will not get tha best of me
But best believe, I'm tryna best the best I can be
I increase
With every sentence that I speak or complete
You see, the goal that I'm tryna reach
Is to be with my G-O-D
And that's not momentarily
I'm talking for eternity
Internally fighting inner demons tryna see me bleed
They don't want this page, so I have to turn it to a different sheet
Apologies, not tryna be cocky
But geez, I'm killing tha beat
That I got from Young Mitchell, sheesh
I can't deplete
I arose like a rose in the concrete
I don't see toes when you scream your 10 toes deep, weak
I need the guap, but I don't need the green
I got my fam, and I don't need a team
I don't need a vision, I already gotta dream
But, yeah I gotta dream, doesn't mean i sleep
Off the leash
I'm mobbing beats
They talking cheap
But stalking me
I'm mobbing deep
I bob and weave
ApologieZ
I called police
I mauled the beat
That's all on me, Z
Young Mitchell on the beat, call it hammer time
Z and I bout to eat, call it, dinner time
Squad deep on the stage, and we goin up
Elavated but we sober
Cause I don't need to be lit up inside with the liquor to have a good time wit the homies
All I need is a good vibe and the Lord by my side so the devil can't hold me
Bring anybody that you wanna bring, but they better be ready to keep it a hunnit
We don't do it less cause we don't have the time
All of us eat, imma call it wine and dine, yeah
If you didn't know then now you know
Kinda wacky wit it on the flow
I go crazy on my live shows
Your mom prolly love my church clothes
So so many say that they're about it but they prolly fibbin'
If you rock a jersey that don't mean you're in it
They be tryna play my God but He ain't wit it, nah
They're gonna ask how we do it
Little do they know the grind and the time that we put into all of our music
But if they knew they wouldn't do it, no
Not gonna lie, it's not hard to do rap but I'm more than an artist
I do this for God and I stay on the clock and I'm tickin' with love, do you feel it?
Woo!
Tell my fears they can rest in peace
Or hopeless pieces hopefully
They will not get tha best of me
But best believe, I'm tryna best the best I can be
I increase
With every sentence that I speak or complete
You see, the goal that I'm tryna reach
Is to be with my G-O-D
And that's not momentarily
I'm talking for eternity
Internally fighting inner demons tryna see me bleed
They don't want this page, so I have to turn it to a different sheet
Apologies, not tryna be cocky
But geez, I'm killing tha beat
That I got from Young Mitchell, sheesh
I can't deplete
I arose like a rose in the concrete
I don't see toes when you scream your 10 toes deep, weak
I need the guap, but I don't need the green
I got my fam, and I don't need a team
I don't need a vision, I already gotta dream
But, yeah I gotta dream, doesn't mean i sleep
Off the leash
I'm mobbing beats
They talking cheap
But stalking me
I'm mobbing deep
I bob and weave
ApologieZ
I called police
I mauled the beat
That's all on me, Z
Young Mitchell on the beat, call it hammer time
Z and I bout to eat, call it, dinner time
Squad deep on the stage, and we goin up
Elavated but we sober
Cause I don't need to be lit up inside with the liquor to have a good time wit the homies
All I need is a good vibe and the Lord by my side so the devil can't hold me
Bring anybody that you wanna bring, but they better be ready to keep it a hunnit
We don't do it less cause we don't have the time
All of us eat, imma call it wine and dine, yeah
If you didn't know then now you know
Kinda wacky wit it on the flow
I go crazy on my live shows
Your mom prolly love my church clothes
So so many say that they're about it but they prolly fibbin'
If you rock a jersey that don't mean you're in it
They be tryna play my God but He ain't wit it, nah
They're gonna ask how we do it
Little do they know the grind and the time that we put into all of our music
But if they knew they wouldn't do it, no
Not gonna lie, it's not hard to do rap but I'm more than an artist
I do this for God and I stay on the clock and I'm tickin' with love, do you feel it?
Woo!
Writer: Dante Henry, Dante Matheis-Henry, Diomer Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid