FL EX - Be Still Lyrics

I rather trip and get a face full of sand
Than be the one who couldn't play so they just hate from the stands
If you love him then be careful what you place in his hands
We ain't the same I'm gone be straight if I don't take this advance
I can't believe they still ain't lift up the bar
(Up the bar)
I can't believe that God done took me this far
(This far)
I can't believe these niggas supposed to be real
Just cause you waiting on God to work don't mean you supposed to be still

I'm on the interstate cruising at a better speed
I'm tryna insulate some heat before they let us freeze
And when them people tell us freeze man we can't even sneeze
It's Bentley Bs on all my Vs and these ain't come with keys
I'm switching lanes without the grain
A pimp without the script
I buy it cash that's why I came
Don't dip without the slip
I tend to splurge cause at my lowest I ain't have that option
So used to rolling with the punches should consider boxing
I'm thanking God for those around me man they make it easy
Would never get to where I'm going if bro nem ain't believe me
Before I knew this was my gift remember playing Weezy
I know you trust him bro but watch him niggas playing greasy
You tryna make a quick finesse
I'm trying to make investments
I'm tryna scrape up my complaints and turn them into blessings
We eye to eye I'm in the face of success
Tie up your laces tell them niggas I'm next
Real nigga what's happening

I rather trip and get a face full of sand
Than be the one who couldn't play so they just hate from the stands
If you love him then be careful what you place in his hands
We ain't the same I'm gone be straight if I don't take this advance
I can't believe they still ain't lift up the bar
(Up the bar)
I can't believe that God done took me this far
(This far)
I can't believe these niggas supposed to be real
Just cause you waiting on God to work don't mean you supposed to be still
Come on (Come on)
Come on (Come on)
Come on (Come one)
Come on (Come on)
Come on (Come on)
Come on (CCome on)
Come on (Come on)

Yeah
Flex Sinatra man
Hardest rapper out my city
Niggas know the vibes
God is great and life is beautiful
Wipe the tears and keep pushing
Ain't no time to be sad