Yay
Ye Ye Ye
These folk go to hear this
God give me grace
I was under the law
I know I'm supposed to be the light
But I'm stuck in the dark
Temptation all around me
Hell ya I know this shit hard
Hell nah you ain't supposed to be against me
But it feel like we at war
I just pray on that
Yeah I talk to the Lord
It was times I had that money
But inside I was pour
Had to stop feeding my flesh
Because I wanted some more
Got my own cho I invested
And I turned up the score
And I ain't cut nobody off
They did it to they self
Only thing I'm focused on
Is family and building wealth
I bet if you look up in that mirror
You can't see yourself
Come around me with that hating shit
You better kill yourself
Most niggas be cap nigga
I know you on that bullshit
Why you on that
Nigga I don't even got a million yet
Nigga how can I relax
Young nigga I will round the junkies
Seen a nigga do crack
Nigga why the hell you want to play with that
You can't get the time back
Walk around with my head down
Like it's blood in my eyes
Know a lot of these hating niggas
Want to see my demise
Thinking bout my granny yesterday
A nigga done cried
That real talk
Nigga came through copped two 8ths like Marshall Faulk
Man brody like my twin nem
Can't tell us apart
Man free all of them real niggas
Some of mine behind the wall
Ain't gotta hesitate to call a nigga
Put something on they card
Hey why you worried about me nigga
Worried about self
I went right some nigga went left
If I got the ball in my hand
I'ma shoot this bitch
Contested like I'm Steph
If I got the ball in my hand
I'ma shoot this bitch
I practice by myself
When she was slow ain't ask where you at
Get down on my knees and pray when I get sad
I pray my nigga never turn on me
For a f*cking bag
You tell a nigga no he f*cking around
Catch a heart attack
Then go bitch bout it to the yes man
Around him that's trash
Most niggas be cap nigga
I know you on that bullshit
Why you on that
Nigga I don't even got a million yet
Nigga how can I relax
Young nigga I will round the junkies
Seen a nigga do crack
Nigga why the hell you wanna play with that
You can't get the time back
Walk around with my head down
Like it's blood in my eyes
Know a lot of these haters nigga
Wanna see my demise
Thinking bout my granny yesterday
A nigga done cried
That real talk
ATA 1hunnit - Grace Lyrics
ATA 1hunnit - Grace Lyrics
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English
Yay
Ye Ye Ye
These folk go to hear this
God give me grace
I was under the law
I know I'm supposed to be the light
But I'm stuck in the dark
Temptation all around me
Hell ya I know this shit hard
Hell nah you ain't supposed to be against me
But it feel like we at war
I just pray on that
Yeah I talk to the Lord
It was times I had that money
But inside I was pour
Had to stop feeding my flesh
Because I wanted some more
Got my own cho I invested
And I turned up the score
And I ain't cut nobody off
They did it to they self
Only thing I'm focused on
Is family and building wealth
I bet if you look up in that mirror
You can't see yourself
Come around me with that hating shit
You better kill yourself
Most niggas be cap nigga
I know you on that bullshit
Why you on that
Nigga I don't even got a million yet
Nigga how can I relax
Young nigga I will round the junkies
Seen a nigga do crack
Nigga why the hell you want to play with that
You can't get the time back
Walk around with my head down
Like it's blood in my eyes
Know a lot of these hating niggas
Want to see my demise
Thinking bout my granny yesterday
A nigga done cried
That real talk
Nigga came through copped two 8ths like Marshall Faulk
Man brody like my twin nem
Can't tell us apart
Man free all of them real niggas
Some of mine behind the wall
Ain't gotta hesitate to call a nigga
Put something on they card
Hey why you worried about me nigga
Worried about self
I went right some nigga went left
If I got the ball in my hand
I'ma shoot this bitch
Contested like I'm Steph
If I got the ball in my hand
I'ma shoot this bitch
I practice by myself
When she was slow ain't ask where you at
Get down on my knees and pray when I get sad
I pray my nigga never turn on me
For a f*cking bag
You tell a nigga no he f*cking around
Catch a heart attack
Then go bitch bout it to the yes man
Around him that's trash
Most niggas be cap nigga
I know you on that bullshit
Why you on that
Nigga I don't even got a million yet
Nigga how can I relax
Young nigga I will round the junkies
Seen a nigga do crack
Nigga why the hell you wanna play with that
You can't get the time back
Walk around with my head down
Like it's blood in my eyes
Know a lot of these haters nigga
Wanna see my demise
Thinking bout my granny yesterday
A nigga done cried
That real talk
Ye Ye Ye
These folk go to hear this
God give me grace
I was under the law
I know I'm supposed to be the light
But I'm stuck in the dark
Temptation all around me
Hell ya I know this shit hard
Hell nah you ain't supposed to be against me
But it feel like we at war
I just pray on that
Yeah I talk to the Lord
It was times I had that money
But inside I was pour
Had to stop feeding my flesh
Because I wanted some more
Got my own cho I invested
And I turned up the score
And I ain't cut nobody off
They did it to they self
Only thing I'm focused on
Is family and building wealth
I bet if you look up in that mirror
You can't see yourself
Come around me with that hating shit
You better kill yourself
Most niggas be cap nigga
I know you on that bullshit
Why you on that
Nigga I don't even got a million yet
Nigga how can I relax
Young nigga I will round the junkies
Seen a nigga do crack
Nigga why the hell you want to play with that
You can't get the time back
Walk around with my head down
Like it's blood in my eyes
Know a lot of these hating niggas
Want to see my demise
Thinking bout my granny yesterday
A nigga done cried
That real talk
Nigga came through copped two 8ths like Marshall Faulk
Man brody like my twin nem
Can't tell us apart
Man free all of them real niggas
Some of mine behind the wall
Ain't gotta hesitate to call a nigga
Put something on they card
Hey why you worried about me nigga
Worried about self
I went right some nigga went left
If I got the ball in my hand
I'ma shoot this bitch
Contested like I'm Steph
If I got the ball in my hand
I'ma shoot this bitch
I practice by myself
When she was slow ain't ask where you at
Get down on my knees and pray when I get sad
I pray my nigga never turn on me
For a f*cking bag
You tell a nigga no he f*cking around
Catch a heart attack
Then go bitch bout it to the yes man
Around him that's trash
Most niggas be cap nigga
I know you on that bullshit
Why you on that
Nigga I don't even got a million yet
Nigga how can I relax
Young nigga I will round the junkies
Seen a nigga do crack
Nigga why the hell you wanna play with that
You can't get the time back
Walk around with my head down
Like it's blood in my eyes
Know a lot of these haters nigga
Wanna see my demise
Thinking bout my granny yesterday
A nigga done cried
That real talk
Writer: ADAM BAKER
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
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