Reach out to grab sky
Deliver me sum wings to fly (Just maybe?)
Roll one to get you high
My soul too ugly to thrive
But God loves ugly tho
We ugly from head toe (Yes baby)
You know how the story goes
Chase bread and f*ck these hoes
Then we getting more
We gettin more
Mirror shows nigga broke f*ck a hoe cop da dope blow a O
Drop an O (opp) Let em know he can go
Meet one we seekin for
The one your preacher preachin for
The one dem trumpets screechin for
We clutchin jesus pieces bro
We pray the pieces we turn into hittin heavens door
That return got the ground below your feet burned and See that tree turned
Said he'll judge and see what we learned received what we earned
Still love u tho
No matter the fade or make-up stains we ugly bro
That skinned up basket ball made da day less cold
The ugly shi be important shit when it's what u hold
My pops looked at mounds of dirt and seen mounds of gold
All of our times stop ticking you better make your mold
That skinned up basket ball made da day less cold
The ugly shi be important shit when it's what u hold
My pops looked at mounds of dirt and seen mounds of gold
All of our times stop ticking you better make your mold
Make my mold with my paper in rooms
My pen trynna see cheese bread and dough off a tune
Slave in kitchen nigga whippin the spoons
Niggas bitchin So i blessed em w the distance
Ten toes down on my mission
I was pass they bitching
Full sprintin' towards the chicken
Bro said Juney was switchin
They said karma gone come and get me
He promised his bullets was bound to split me
He said it on live so them words aint hit me
So I booked the next show back in the city
We playin the wave and getting jiggy
Til' he seen me outside by my carmel bently
We had a few words then he pulled the blicky I threw a quick prayer said "lord forgive me"
And then it went
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Reach out to grab sky
Deliver me sum wings to fly (Just maybe?)
Roll one to get you high
My soul too ugly to thrive
But God loves ugly tho
We ugly from head toe (Yes baby)
You know how the story goes
Chase bread and f*ck these hoes
Then we getting more
We gettin more
Mirror shows nigga broke f*ck a hoe cop da dope blow a O
Drop an O (opp) Let em know he can go
Meet one we seekin for
The one your preacher preachin for
The one dem trumpets screechin for
We clutchin jesus pieces bro
We pray the pieces we turn into hittin heavens door
That return got the ground below your feet burned and See that tree turned
Said he'll judge and see what we learned received what we earned
Still love u tho
No matter the fade or make-up stains we ugly bro
That skinned up basket ball made da day less cold
The ugly shi be important shit when it's what u hold
My pops looked at mounds of dirt and seen mounds of gold
All of our times stop ticking you better make your mold
That skinned up basket ball made da day less cold
The ugly shi be important shit when it's what u hold
My pops looked at mounds of dirt and seen mounds of gold
All of our times stop ticking you better make your mold
Make my mold with my paper in rooms
My pen trynna see cheese bread and dough off a tune
Slave in kitchen nigga whippin the spoons
Niggas bitchin So i blessed em w the distance
Ten toes down on my mission
I was pass they bitching
Full sprintin' towards the chicken
Bro said Juney was switchin
They said karma gone come and get me
He promised his bullets was bound to split me
He said it on live so them words aint hit me
So I booked the next show back in the city
We playin the wave and getting jiggy
Til' he seen me outside by my carmel bently
We had a few words then he pulled the blicky I threw a quick prayer said "lord forgive me"
And then it went
Deliver me sum wings to fly (Just maybe?)
Roll one to get you high
My soul too ugly to thrive
But God loves ugly tho
We ugly from head toe (Yes baby)
You know how the story goes
Chase bread and f*ck these hoes
Then we getting more
We gettin more
Mirror shows nigga broke f*ck a hoe cop da dope blow a O
Drop an O (opp) Let em know he can go
Meet one we seekin for
The one your preacher preachin for
The one dem trumpets screechin for
We clutchin jesus pieces bro
We pray the pieces we turn into hittin heavens door
That return got the ground below your feet burned and See that tree turned
Said he'll judge and see what we learned received what we earned
Still love u tho
No matter the fade or make-up stains we ugly bro
That skinned up basket ball made da day less cold
The ugly shi be important shit when it's what u hold
My pops looked at mounds of dirt and seen mounds of gold
All of our times stop ticking you better make your mold
That skinned up basket ball made da day less cold
The ugly shi be important shit when it's what u hold
My pops looked at mounds of dirt and seen mounds of gold
All of our times stop ticking you better make your mold
Make my mold with my paper in rooms
My pen trynna see cheese bread and dough off a tune
Slave in kitchen nigga whippin the spoons
Niggas bitchin So i blessed em w the distance
Ten toes down on my mission
I was pass they bitching
Full sprintin' towards the chicken
Bro said Juney was switchin
They said karma gone come and get me
He promised his bullets was bound to split me
He said it on live so them words aint hit me
So I booked the next show back in the city
We playin the wave and getting jiggy
Til' he seen me outside by my carmel bently
We had a few words then he pulled the blicky I threw a quick prayer said "lord forgive me"
And then it went
Writer: Derrick Armstrong Jr
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