I feel sanctified
I feel sanctified
Before God got with me, the devil took me over
He make sure I was chasin' pussy, never staying sober
He supply me with promethazine and tropical soda
He help me holla at yo chick late night tell her to come over
Before God got with me, I was trappin like crazy
Moving pounds in momma van, look like I was drivin' babies
I ain't even have my L then, can't f*ck up or I'm chainin'
F*cked me up when mom and I had these conversations
I know I let you down momma
I just couldn't stay broke no more (Damn)
It ain't your fault momma
In my life, I just want more
Like don't you think we deserve this shit
After all we been through and shit
See God don't want you to live like this
He want you to have the world and to live life rich
So I was tryna do that, on some by any means shit
I learned its, get rich slow versus get rich quick
Find a woman to hold it down versus trickin' off a bitch
Put God in yo life, and spread His message and gifts
Make it about what's doing right, and avoid the politics
I wanna help my mom retire by next year
I just hope my pops can make it to next year
That bar right there just made me shed a tear
He been through hell so much Devil ask why he still here
So many days I'd ask God why I'm still here
Now I see the picture like HD-4K clear
I feel OK here
My life gone be so different by this time next year
Just sip water at the club, I don't drink no beer
Probably won't ever see me in the club
Unless I'm getting paid to do it, type shit
You know what I'm saying
And I'll buy the section bottles too like
I'll make sure all the homies turnt up, females too
Just keep me some water with lemons, and weed, preferably
I feel sanctified
I'm heading to God's Kingdom, is you down to ride
Looking for financial freedom, is you down to ride
Cause the ops want me gone
But C-o-D we too strong
Rock with G-o-d, homie we too strong
Neighbors be trippin' cause the weed too strong
Mind yo business, just keep moving along
I feel sanctified
I'm heading to God's Kingdom, is you down to ride
Looking for freedom, is you down to ride
Cause the ops want me gone
But C-o-D we too strong
Rock with G-o-d, homie we too strong
Neighbors be trippin' cause the weed too strong
Mind yo business, just keep moving along
Ooo yeah
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I feel sanctified
I feel sanctified
Before God got with me, the devil took me over
He make sure I was chasin' pussy, never staying sober
He supply me with promethazine and tropical soda
He help me holla at yo chick late night tell her to come over
Before God got with me, I was trappin like crazy
Moving pounds in momma van, look like I was drivin' babies
I ain't even have my L then, can't f*ck up or I'm chainin'
F*cked me up when mom and I had these conversations
I know I let you down momma
I just couldn't stay broke no more (Damn)
It ain't your fault momma
In my life, I just want more
Like don't you think we deserve this shit
After all we been through and shit
See God don't want you to live like this
He want you to have the world and to live life rich
So I was tryna do that, on some by any means shit
I learned its, get rich slow versus get rich quick
Find a woman to hold it down versus trickin' off a bitch
Put God in yo life, and spread His message and gifts
Make it about what's doing right, and avoid the politics
I wanna help my mom retire by next year
I just hope my pops can make it to next year
That bar right there just made me shed a tear
He been through hell so much Devil ask why he still here
So many days I'd ask God why I'm still here
Now I see the picture like HD-4K clear
I feel OK here
My life gone be so different by this time next year
Just sip water at the club, I don't drink no beer
Probably won't ever see me in the club
Unless I'm getting paid to do it, type shit
You know what I'm saying
And I'll buy the section bottles too like
I'll make sure all the homies turnt up, females too
Just keep me some water with lemons, and weed, preferably
I feel sanctified
I'm heading to God's Kingdom, is you down to ride
Looking for financial freedom, is you down to ride
Cause the ops want me gone
But C-o-D we too strong
Rock with G-o-d, homie we too strong
Neighbors be trippin' cause the weed too strong
Mind yo business, just keep moving along
I feel sanctified
I'm heading to God's Kingdom, is you down to ride
Looking for freedom, is you down to ride
Cause the ops want me gone
But C-o-D we too strong
Rock with G-o-d, homie we too strong
Neighbors be trippin' cause the weed too strong
Mind yo business, just keep moving along
Ooo yeah
I feel sanctified
Before God got with me, the devil took me over
He make sure I was chasin' pussy, never staying sober
He supply me with promethazine and tropical soda
He help me holla at yo chick late night tell her to come over
Before God got with me, I was trappin like crazy
Moving pounds in momma van, look like I was drivin' babies
I ain't even have my L then, can't f*ck up or I'm chainin'
F*cked me up when mom and I had these conversations
I know I let you down momma
I just couldn't stay broke no more (Damn)
It ain't your fault momma
In my life, I just want more
Like don't you think we deserve this shit
After all we been through and shit
See God don't want you to live like this
He want you to have the world and to live life rich
So I was tryna do that, on some by any means shit
I learned its, get rich slow versus get rich quick
Find a woman to hold it down versus trickin' off a bitch
Put God in yo life, and spread His message and gifts
Make it about what's doing right, and avoid the politics
I wanna help my mom retire by next year
I just hope my pops can make it to next year
That bar right there just made me shed a tear
He been through hell so much Devil ask why he still here
So many days I'd ask God why I'm still here
Now I see the picture like HD-4K clear
I feel OK here
My life gone be so different by this time next year
Just sip water at the club, I don't drink no beer
Probably won't ever see me in the club
Unless I'm getting paid to do it, type shit
You know what I'm saying
And I'll buy the section bottles too like
I'll make sure all the homies turnt up, females too
Just keep me some water with lemons, and weed, preferably
I feel sanctified
I'm heading to God's Kingdom, is you down to ride
Looking for financial freedom, is you down to ride
Cause the ops want me gone
But C-o-D we too strong
Rock with G-o-d, homie we too strong
Neighbors be trippin' cause the weed too strong
Mind yo business, just keep moving along
I feel sanctified
I'm heading to God's Kingdom, is you down to ride
Looking for freedom, is you down to ride
Cause the ops want me gone
But C-o-D we too strong
Rock with G-o-d, homie we too strong
Neighbors be trippin' cause the weed too strong
Mind yo business, just keep moving along
Ooo yeah
Writer: John Szymanski
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