Lyrics
I'm done
I'm done apologizing
I'm done being persecuted for my strength
You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am because you need me
You need me to save you
The devil can't get you
Hush hush child
Hes coming
The devil won't get you
Ive battled depression, I'm back with a message
I'm asking the question, why you been stressing and why you been flexing
Sins in the scene and my team all green
Walk in the building, I own it
Can't tell by who I'm on the phone with
Tell little boy just grow up, shut up, roll up, go get your funds up
In this life, it's one or two
You better choose
Choose wrong or you gon die tonight
Choose right or the gang gon' slide
Range roves and Benz trucks, these flows on me like lightning
Hair light and hit like diamonds
I've been shining
Have you in belief when I show up in the beat
Show up in the streets and I've never been seen
Roll, D-Town, I don't waste no time
Devil can't hear you, that's so fine
Never caught me lacking, never been behind
666 just tatted on my wrist, yeah, flip it all around, it's a 999
Juice wrld did it , so I'm trying to rewind
Hush hush child and we ain't gonna die
Out with the gang and we all gonna slide
Too many options, can't decide
Devil on my back and Jesus on my side, it's grievous
Back on the beat, been leaving you speechless
Ain't even done, he ain't even reached us
Leave your body dreamless
On my stream list
Top 10 streams when sins repeat it
Thank you, deserved it
You just dreaming
Ain't no teamwork, this all me
Ain't no dreamwork, this all me
Tatted white boy finally on the team
Off white on, got the Louis on me
Everything I do, yes, stay supreme
So extreme, so unique and so unseen
Stuck in between, machine for the excess
Over there asking why the white boy flex
I don't wanna see you stay my house
I got bad dreams, last night about you
Ndi gutinya ko wambona nambaye amapingu
Sinshaka gusohoka no no ugh
Pockets look fat, and the boy look scrawny
Still in debt with your daddy and mommy
Better get you a job, better hit you a lick
Flip you a burger, or flip you a brick
Stay in your ten, bro, stay in your toes
Ain't no rules, no anything goes
E.36, been ridin' down the street
Got a bad bladder, I'm leavin' y'all pissed if I was broke
I be mad, too
All this money just can't catch you
Sure, they live life lavish
Messing no average
In love with the top, I run through the gwap
little more rock and roll when he mixing a bottle of whiskey
We sound like a radio, I buy the beer
She call the shots, pouring the sexy, right on the rocks
Mom, I told you gon' be okay, whipping the Benz and she live in LA
Tryna thank God but don't know what to say, don't call it a little place, call it an estate
Unless it a came with a pool in the gate, checking the rear, before I pull in the estate
On the same stuff like a matador , the VA sounding like a dinosaur
Funny I thought I sink, how things changed, now the girl I wanted, she really wanna link
Bout to break the bank, bout to bring it home
Done searching, done cursing, nothing stays the same
Done searching, done cursing, nothing stays the same
Always in a fight, when I'm down bad, they the count me out
See a mzungu, that's money, ain't that funny, act like I ain't got it
Then post a picture me out when I'm shopping, controlling big money
You know how we got it, breaking the bank on every deposit
When you down bad, you know the cost and when you down bad, we bring out the dogs
Fighting, sweating, tears pouring, angels flying, demons lying, Jesus crying
Depression counted me out, first mistake, second was letting me out
Bout to go ballistic, bout to go get it, shoes on my feet, yeah they ain't free
No place to stay, go away
Hush hush child, don't cry, hush hush child, the devil can't hear you
Hush hush child, don't cry, hush hush child, the devil won't get you.
WILLIAM SMITH
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