[Intro: Skilla Baby]
Ha
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby & Courtney Bell]
Huh, young nigga with the Buffs on, but I'm not cocky
I'll have Courtney ring your bell, I know God by me
Huh, vegan nigga, I be meditatin', I know God 'bout me
Pray about it, I don't stress about it, I know God got me
Slide on a nigga with the sticks, this is not hockey
Huh, we be runnin' with the mafia, I feel like John Gotti
Bro be passin' rocks like the '80s, call him John Stockton
Gotta get another recipe, this shit not lockin'
Huh, gangsters and rappers in my hood got the block rock
Huh, we be on the road to studio 'cause we ain't got options
Talkin' all in codes when we on phones, we know the cops watchin'
They don't know what time we be on, they ain't got watches
[Chorus: Courtney Bell & Skilla Baby]
Huh, put one eye on this money and I'ma Fetty Wap it
Hit the studio right after Halloween, these scary hours
Huh, w be maskin' up, but don't do COVID unless he Fetti boxin'
My fiends said they like they girl thick like Meg Thee Stallion
Huh, wot my chakras right and got aligned, Kundalini risin'
My new bitch related to Mussolini, she Italian
She think I'm an Olympian when she seen me medallion
How I'm in the streets and in the church and I keep the balance
Heavy weight, I put in with my hands, you ain't peep the callus
Wake up, I give praise to the Savior in my sky
Don't care if you pray to Yahweh or Allah
Huh, know that He within me, I'm connected like it's wifi
And still, I run up top while I'm chillin' on my down time
So we say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper, I will not be afraid," Hebrew 13:6
Ha
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby & Courtney Bell]
Huh, young nigga with the Buffs on, but I'm not cocky
I'll have Courtney ring your bell, I know God by me
Huh, vegan nigga, I be meditatin', I know God 'bout me
Pray about it, I don't stress about it, I know God got me
Slide on a nigga with the sticks, this is not hockey
Huh, we be runnin' with the mafia, I feel like John Gotti
Bro be passin' rocks like the '80s, call him John Stockton
Gotta get another recipe, this shit not lockin'
Huh, gangsters and rappers in my hood got the block rock
Huh, we be on the road to studio 'cause we ain't got options
Talkin' all in codes when we on phones, we know the cops watchin'
They don't know what time we be on, they ain't got watches
[Chorus: Courtney Bell & Skilla Baby]
Huh, put one eye on this money and I'ma Fetty Wap it
Hit the studio right after Halloween, these scary hours
Huh, w be maskin' up, but don't do COVID unless he Fetti boxin'
My fiends said they like they girl thick like Meg Thee Stallion
Huh, wot my chakras right and got aligned, Kundalini risin'
My new bitch related to Mussolini, she Italian
She think I'm an Olympian when she seen me medallion
How I'm in the streets and in the church and I keep the balance
Heavy weight, I put in with my hands, you ain't peep the callus
Wake up, I give praise to the Savior in my sky
Don't care if you pray to Yahweh or Allah
Huh, know that He within me, I'm connected like it's wifi
And still, I run up top while I'm chillin' on my down time
So we say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper, I will not be afraid," Hebrew 13:6
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