As a adolescent
I was counting and adding blessings
You'll never know the answer, if you're too afraid to ask a question
Gifted like Santa, so in the future I'll be passing presents
I'm here to teach my class a lesson
No need to pack a weapon
Watch how Eye Rack(Iraq), while you just playing with your bag and daddy's weapons
I'ma let you think and grasp a second... You probably cannot breathe, I'll just ring the paramedics
We all inhale, tryna make it back to heaven
Whatever take my breath away, I hope it ain't a haters Mac 11
Unload the bullets in the chamber of my brain
Everyone's in danger when I aim
There's nothing stranger than this pain
When I get angered, I'm insane
Been played so much, I'm like the gamer in his game
All this pressure, when they press your buttons
It's hard to feel alright, when you're left with nothing
Dedication in my veins, I feel my vessels pumping
Sounding like the treble thumping
I know the devils coming
Without a pole vault, I'm level jumping
Till I get a medal something
Platinum plaques and gold
I'm tryna stack and fold
Like some folded clothes
Learn from being burned, by someone who's cold as snow
Today you will learn
If you play you'll get burned
The term lit is from the germs spit
Hot, as a furnace
Lit as the devil, and satan confirmed it
See the way that I learned it
Was if you play you'll get burned
Everyday you will learn
Whatever path I take, and whatever way I will turn
Out to be
The only route for me
Was to make it out the streets
Undoubtably
I am the God so stop doubting me
I see you looking, All Eyez I gotta scout on me
Stop leeching for the clout on me
Doing numbers cause I got people that count on me
Fire breathing, fighting demons, tryna keep the evil outta me
I'm getting my ass kicked
And talking to my dad in prison
Vision blurred, that glass was thick as f*ck
Phone ringed and I had to pick it up
It happened in a flash, quick as f*ck
Told my dad listen up
Yeah, the past it was rough
But dad listen up
Yeah, the past it was rough
But I invested in my skills
With the best of my A'Bill
Life's the only bitch we address in higher heels
Yes I've questioned if I am real
It's time to bless em like a meal
Am I destined to climbed this hill
I confess, not like tires squeal
Above the rim, like tire wheels
And mama told her Youngest Son Bring the heat and show em how fire feels
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As a adolescent
I was counting and adding blessings
You'll never know the answer, if you're too afraid to ask a question
Gifted like Santa, so in the future I'll be passing presents
I'm here to teach my class a lesson
No need to pack a weapon
Watch how Eye Rack(Iraq), while you just playing with your bag and daddy's weapons
I'ma let you think and grasp a second... You probably cannot breathe, I'll just ring the paramedics
We all inhale, tryna make it back to heaven
Whatever take my breath away, I hope it ain't a haters Mac 11
Unload the bullets in the chamber of my brain
Everyone's in danger when I aim
There's nothing stranger than this pain
When I get angered, I'm insane
Been played so much, I'm like the gamer in his game
All this pressure, when they press your buttons
It's hard to feel alright, when you're left with nothing
Dedication in my veins, I feel my vessels pumping
Sounding like the treble thumping
I know the devils coming
Without a pole vault, I'm level jumping
Till I get a medal something
Platinum plaques and gold
I'm tryna stack and fold
Like some folded clothes
Learn from being burned, by someone who's cold as snow
Today you will learn
If you play you'll get burned
The term lit is from the germs spit
Hot, as a furnace
Lit as the devil, and satan confirmed it
See the way that I learned it
Was if you play you'll get burned
Everyday you will learn
Whatever path I take, and whatever way I will turn
Out to be
The only route for me
Was to make it out the streets
Undoubtably
I am the God so stop doubting me
I see you looking, All Eyez I gotta scout on me
Stop leeching for the clout on me
Doing numbers cause I got people that count on me
Fire breathing, fighting demons, tryna keep the evil outta me
I'm getting my ass kicked
And talking to my dad in prison
Vision blurred, that glass was thick as f*ck
Phone ringed and I had to pick it up
It happened in a flash, quick as f*ck
Told my dad listen up
Yeah, the past it was rough
But dad listen up
Yeah, the past it was rough
But I invested in my skills
With the best of my A'Bill
Life's the only bitch we address in higher heels
Yes I've questioned if I am real
It's time to bless em like a meal
Am I destined to climbed this hill
I confess, not like tires squeal
Above the rim, like tire wheels
And mama told her Youngest Son Bring the heat and show em how fire feels
I was counting and adding blessings
You'll never know the answer, if you're too afraid to ask a question
Gifted like Santa, so in the future I'll be passing presents
I'm here to teach my class a lesson
No need to pack a weapon
Watch how Eye Rack(Iraq), while you just playing with your bag and daddy's weapons
I'ma let you think and grasp a second... You probably cannot breathe, I'll just ring the paramedics
We all inhale, tryna make it back to heaven
Whatever take my breath away, I hope it ain't a haters Mac 11
Unload the bullets in the chamber of my brain
Everyone's in danger when I aim
There's nothing stranger than this pain
When I get angered, I'm insane
Been played so much, I'm like the gamer in his game
All this pressure, when they press your buttons
It's hard to feel alright, when you're left with nothing
Dedication in my veins, I feel my vessels pumping
Sounding like the treble thumping
I know the devils coming
Without a pole vault, I'm level jumping
Till I get a medal something
Platinum plaques and gold
I'm tryna stack and fold
Like some folded clothes
Learn from being burned, by someone who's cold as snow
Today you will learn
If you play you'll get burned
The term lit is from the germs spit
Hot, as a furnace
Lit as the devil, and satan confirmed it
See the way that I learned it
Was if you play you'll get burned
Everyday you will learn
Whatever path I take, and whatever way I will turn
Out to be
The only route for me
Was to make it out the streets
Undoubtably
I am the God so stop doubting me
I see you looking, All Eyez I gotta scout on me
Stop leeching for the clout on me
Doing numbers cause I got people that count on me
Fire breathing, fighting demons, tryna keep the evil outta me
I'm getting my ass kicked
And talking to my dad in prison
Vision blurred, that glass was thick as f*ck
Phone ringed and I had to pick it up
It happened in a flash, quick as f*ck
Told my dad listen up
Yeah, the past it was rough
But dad listen up
Yeah, the past it was rough
But I invested in my skills
With the best of my A'Bill
Life's the only bitch we address in higher heels
Yes I've questioned if I am real
It's time to bless em like a meal
Am I destined to climbed this hill
I confess, not like tires squeal
Above the rim, like tire wheels
And mama told her Youngest Son Bring the heat and show em how fire feels
Writer: Keeson Coleman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid