[ Featuring Cantrell, DviousMindZ ]
Write to dream
Je ne parle pas du (?)
I seen my pastor in a Benz, boy lemme hold somethin'
I ain't gonna tell the whole church you stole from 'em
I know, I know, I know, you tryna save they soul for 'em
But god damn, man that's a cold foreign
Ha, who I'm kidding? Ha, I'm just here finessin'
Shit, I do believe in God, these raps is a blessin'
Tryna get it on my own, I don't use no connections
And you ain't gotta like it, but I swear they gonna respect it
Money is the root but don't grow on trees to help ya
Rap about God, you could build a tax shelter
I don't chase the money, I'm at Chase, at the teller
Bank account on, "Sorry sir ain't nothing I can tell ya"
Got some records I could sell ya, oops records you could stream
Won't really make no cream, but ya happiness is key
I'm hear to tell ya now everything ain't what it seem
All praise these righteous things, we all have a write to dream
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain't clear this song either
'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya
We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus
Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain't clear this song either
'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya
We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus
Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter
Mm, on my way up like 3rd day
Need me 10 Gs like per day, see me sow seeds up early
My homies rep like OK, back in the hood like O'Shea
See I been patient way too long you better check my co-pay (look)
I was born to win, born to sin, so new beginnings they can flow within
So they riding waves? I'll go Moses, pardon while I find my zen
Partially I move my pen like an army of the Nazarene
Samson when I near my end, I go Daniel when I'm in the den
My heart smile you see gold, got gold slugs on my soul
Might throw a shot from the pew, pour holy water in a 4
I'm Funk Flex with the Lugz, I'm Greg Street with the 4's
I'm Clark Kent with 3's, we doing good I suppose
We doing Wells Fargo, Lord have Murcielago
If you grab the wheel you can have your will, Rob will they go far as I'll go?
Look this be my ratchet righteous thing
Know we all got a right to dream
So I'm gon' vow to write a dream, yah yah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain't clear this song either
'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya
We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus
Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain't clear this song either
'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya
We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus
Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter
