[Verse 1: DG]
Yeah, here I lay awake in a state like the King
My braids in my face, took control of the play
Erasing my memory, tracing my enemy, drained but I'm finna be stained from a little bleed
Grace, in the place, where we pray to the greats
You be strayin' away then your face in the clay
Put your money in a pot
Never leave the door locked
I believe in myself, not gon' pray to a God
I don't praise to Allah
I will lie to a cop, I would lie to a judge
Don't trust my body, I don't trust my blood
I don't trust nobody, now my mama up above
It's the reason why I cuss, reason why I love
You're the reason that I'm breathin' and I'm cleanin' out the dust
Tryna bring myself back, man I'm missin' so much
Born in the dirt with some water, he rose up
Thus servin' a close up
Was he good he was, he would break em down
With his hoodie on, tryna' to block the sound
With his headphones on that he got from Wal-Mart
Tryna run home like he hittin' the ballpark
Used to get laughed at for my rap tracks
Now I'm past that, no honestly I'm past that, for real
I get fast stacks, let my cash stack
Come around with my backpack and my notepad
Chock full of rhymes and they all got bars
That'd blow your mind, to make you notice in time
If I die in your arms, any rose is fine
You could place it on my grave cause my ghost is nigh
Yeah, here I lay awake in a state like the King
My braids in my face, took control of the play
Erasing my memory, tracing my enemy, drained but I'm finna be stained from a little bleed
Grace, in the place, where we pray to the greats
You be strayin' away then your face in the clay
Put your money in a pot
Never leave the door locked
I believe in myself, not gon' pray to a God
I don't praise to Allah
I will lie to a cop, I would lie to a judge
Don't trust my body, I don't trust my blood
I don't trust nobody, now my mama up above
It's the reason why I cuss, reason why I love
You're the reason that I'm breathin' and I'm cleanin' out the dust
Tryna bring myself back, man I'm missin' so much
Born in the dirt with some water, he rose up
Thus servin' a close up
Was he good he was, he would break em down
With his hoodie on, tryna' to block the sound
With his headphones on that he got from Wal-Mart
Tryna run home like he hittin' the ballpark
Used to get laughed at for my rap tracks
Now I'm past that, no honestly I'm past that, for real
I get fast stacks, let my cash stack
Come around with my backpack and my notepad
Chock full of rhymes and they all got bars
That'd blow your mind, to make you notice in time
If I die in your arms, any rose is fine
You could place it on my grave cause my ghost is nigh
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