Still Tru - God's Work Lyrics

Uh
I just wanna see my bro's toast
Too many niggas seeking power till they find ghost
What's real
Who can they blame dog
Cus Cain isn't able if he too O dog
Just a menace
Like Dennis in overalls
Playing kid games
But guess who ain't
Cus I been driven
I been Hitting nos
Like it was written
I been Illmatic
Before being ill mattered to niggas
Man
My flow is like a loaded gun
Busting like Oden
Still a hidden gem
Just now getting fit to run
And Um
I'm really blessed
I really think I'm next
Don't yet call me the best
But I will receive a text
This that food for the soul
Given by God's grace
I'm a Product of God's work
Christ getting the praise
That's the most high
I'm still Blessed to be alive
Cus a good morning
Can turn to mourning a good life
Uh
I'm still here if you checking for me
I can't give up
Till I get what's He say that
Destined for me
So move along
Still cropping out my circle
For those who don't belong
I'm on a mission
And shout out to my wife
For beating my early bull
Detroit pistons
Now we winning
After year
Year after year
No contending
Man shout out to my wife
For beating my early bull
Like Detroit pistons dog

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Yeah yeah yeah
He say that zany is handy when he get handsy
From that gun play
Suppressing everything
That he learned on Sunday
Pull that thang out track stars run one way
Whoa
Yo yo
Pray for the future
Yo yo
Listen
Regretful demons mad cuz they can't get me
Holy water Holy blood on the sleeves on my daughter
That goes farther
I'm a father of 4
It's new to me
Funeral for all these beats
And verses sound like eulogy
And this what they do to me
It's nothing new to me
Working for the man they say it sound like a noose to me
I taught you how to read
And now you act like you don't know how
The spook that sat by the door gained the knowledge
And he took em down
Still so Tru
Like racist when they speak
Cause evil gone be evil even when you move they sheet
Crosses burning I'm praying for more discernment
I sound like I got it together man I'm still learning
Whoa
And I'm imago de
And my saint drew a breeze
Like no toupee '
I'm the leader of your village
I'm the Hokage
Minage every beat with all these verses
No curses I hope I'm worthy to see your glory in person
I'm cold
Like a Eskimo
In a snow globe
In a fur coat
With the door close
And a wet nose
And the wind blown
And I won't stop
I'm from the school of 2pac
And Kanye West
Mid 20's
I learned the game was wasn't checkers
It was chess