They ain't walk through the fire, homie, they just talk flame
I was made in the smoke, pass another blunt, had to call my own name
Mama taught me how to pray, funny the block taught me how to take aim
Found God in the lost, made myself a big boss in the whole game
Wasn't raised in the cold, but I stood in it
Ain't asked for the role, but I'm good in it
They gassing me up, got a wood wit it
Pushin' my dreams as my hood Listens,
Word is food, niggas pass the pot, you can get popped
For talkin' too much and pretendin' you somethin' you're not
I thought I told them before, I'm cleaner than floors with a mop
Ask em to excuse my indecision, that pressure made me cool
If you gon' spray about it, just pray bout it
Like Dev i been that Dude
Ah!
They don't know what I've been through, just the image I show
I had to sin, I had to go, I had to walk that road
It's that Sunday service, but the choir ain't sing
It's a Glock in reverse, and a fake chain that's gon' swing
Did what I had to do, I don't regret my shoes
If you talkin' bout that pressure, then I paid my dues
Say a prayer for the lost, I ain't got nothin' to prove
If you speakin' up my name, boy, you better be speakin' the truth
They ain't carryin' the weight, nah, they just type posts
Always been the proof, can't turn down, lit like bic, always bigger than a Hype Hoe!
Real ones movin' in silence, violence every time I touch the mic though
Sayin' they real, but they fold, when it's time to walk what they write though
I don't talk for the nect baby, I just move calm
Backstabbers gettin' curved like a new arm, dealin' pain's true song
Almighty push!
They overlooked all the work I was doin' to stay strong
Told em' I'm fine, no time, I was bleedin' while singin' the same song
Learn how to wait, even when faTe, let me feel em' like I ain't belong
Now I walk light, but the weight that I carry could break the whole bank vault
Let's go yeah
They don't know what I've been through, Just the image I show
I had to sin, I had to go, I had to walk that road
It's that Sunday service, but the choir ain't sing
It's a Glock and a verse, and a fake chain that's gon' swing
Did what I had to do, though, I don't regret my shoes
If you talkin' bout that pressure, then I paid my dues
Say a prayer for the lost, though, I ain't got nothin' to prove
If you speakin' on my name, boy, you better be speakin' the truth
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They ain't walk through the fire, homie, they just talk flame
I was made in the smoke, pass another blunt, had to call my own name
Mama taught me how to pray, funny the block taught me how to take aim
Found God in the lost, made myself a big boss in the whole game
Wasn't raised in the cold, but I stood in it
Ain't asked for the role, but I'm good in it
They gassing me up, got a wood wit it
Pushin' my dreams as my hood Listens,
Word is food, niggas pass the pot, you can get popped
For talkin' too much and pretendin' you somethin' you're not
I thought I told them before, I'm cleaner than floors with a mop
Ask em to excuse my indecision, that pressure made me cool
If you gon' spray about it, just pray bout it
Like Dev i been that Dude
Ah!
They don't know what I've been through, just the image I show
I had to sin, I had to go, I had to walk that road
It's that Sunday service, but the choir ain't sing
It's a Glock in reverse, and a fake chain that's gon' swing
Did what I had to do, I don't regret my shoes
If you talkin' bout that pressure, then I paid my dues
Say a prayer for the lost, I ain't got nothin' to prove
If you speakin' up my name, boy, you better be speakin' the truth
They ain't carryin' the weight, nah, they just type posts
Always been the proof, can't turn down, lit like bic, always bigger than a Hype Hoe!
Real ones movin' in silence, violence every time I touch the mic though
Sayin' they real, but they fold, when it's time to walk what they write though
I don't talk for the nect baby, I just move calm
Backstabbers gettin' curved like a new arm, dealin' pain's true song
Almighty push!
They overlooked all the work I was doin' to stay strong
Told em' I'm fine, no time, I was bleedin' while singin' the same song
Learn how to wait, even when faTe, let me feel em' like I ain't belong
Now I walk light, but the weight that I carry could break the whole bank vault
Let's go yeah
They don't know what I've been through, Just the image I show
I had to sin, I had to go, I had to walk that road
It's that Sunday service, but the choir ain't sing
It's a Glock and a verse, and a fake chain that's gon' swing
Did what I had to do, though, I don't regret my shoes
If you talkin' bout that pressure, then I paid my dues
Say a prayer for the lost, though, I ain't got nothin' to prove
If you speakin' on my name, boy, you better be speakin' the truth
I was made in the smoke, pass another blunt, had to call my own name
Mama taught me how to pray, funny the block taught me how to take aim
Found God in the lost, made myself a big boss in the whole game
Wasn't raised in the cold, but I stood in it
Ain't asked for the role, but I'm good in it
They gassing me up, got a wood wit it
Pushin' my dreams as my hood Listens,
Word is food, niggas pass the pot, you can get popped
For talkin' too much and pretendin' you somethin' you're not
I thought I told them before, I'm cleaner than floors with a mop
Ask em to excuse my indecision, that pressure made me cool
If you gon' spray about it, just pray bout it
Like Dev i been that Dude
Ah!
They don't know what I've been through, just the image I show
I had to sin, I had to go, I had to walk that road
It's that Sunday service, but the choir ain't sing
It's a Glock in reverse, and a fake chain that's gon' swing
Did what I had to do, I don't regret my shoes
If you talkin' bout that pressure, then I paid my dues
Say a prayer for the lost, I ain't got nothin' to prove
If you speakin' up my name, boy, you better be speakin' the truth
They ain't carryin' the weight, nah, they just type posts
Always been the proof, can't turn down, lit like bic, always bigger than a Hype Hoe!
Real ones movin' in silence, violence every time I touch the mic though
Sayin' they real, but they fold, when it's time to walk what they write though
I don't talk for the nect baby, I just move calm
Backstabbers gettin' curved like a new arm, dealin' pain's true song
Almighty push!
They overlooked all the work I was doin' to stay strong
Told em' I'm fine, no time, I was bleedin' while singin' the same song
Learn how to wait, even when faTe, let me feel em' like I ain't belong
Now I walk light, but the weight that I carry could break the whole bank vault
Let's go yeah
They don't know what I've been through, Just the image I show
I had to sin, I had to go, I had to walk that road
It's that Sunday service, but the choir ain't sing
It's a Glock and a verse, and a fake chain that's gon' swing
Did what I had to do, though, I don't regret my shoes
If you talkin' bout that pressure, then I paid my dues
Say a prayer for the lost, though, I ain't got nothin' to prove
If you speakin' on my name, boy, you better be speakin' the truth
Writer: Alic Walls
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
