​faith

[Intro]
(4400 Taliban, Desire
Yeah, now you rockin' wit’ Rada)

[Verse]
She like "can I keep you close?"
I'm puttin' my faith in that Glock nine, ho
No fallin’ back so she was a ho
Stupid lil' bitch, you shouldn't have did the most
The sack, bitch I still ball like D Rose
It's a fact, I think I'm really the goat
Compact, frrr, know how that bitch go
Talk to my slime like Bhristo
She like "goddamn, look at yo' wrist bro"
Yo' shit R Kelly'd out
Artillery weapons, they all up on bro
For the opps, we campin’ now
Oh they fuckin’ wit' Dylan now
And I did this shit by myself
And I made a lil’ name for myself
By sayin' free Gee out the cell
Every lil' damn song, I'm this lil’ bitch ringtone
"That's yo' bitch?" like we ain't know
White tee wit' Yeezys on
And this shit really feel like home
Bitch, I'm gettin' back in my zone
You see I been rockin' wit' Rada
G19 hit you in yo' [?]
Off of thеm drugs but I gotta move smarter
In my muhfuckin' head, now I gotta go hardеr
That boy [?] I'm [?]
I still can't believe that I charted
Not once, not twice but three times
Me and Ish got into it wit' his squad
But it's straight 'cause we got twin G Glocks
That's my muhfuckin' twin, yeah we stay locked
Stand muhfuckin' ten, boy don't fold now
And I told Alex she better hold it down
And you can't come around, this a [?]
Without them drugs, can't sleep now
And I got some shit in my sleep still
Bitch, I'm tweaked just to be real
But Mary still talkin' to me still
No kleets but I'm still in the damn field
On them drugs like my auntie, them damn pills
Bitch, my wrist on Van Cleef
And she wanna know where to meet
But this ain't no meet-and-greet
Bitch, this that beat-and-leave
I stay with that street-sweep
My money tall, his shit weak
Bitch I'm elite, I'm rockin' Alyx
And I cross my fingers, got ten on me
Like a muhfuckin' Yeezy season
She tuggin' my chain
I told that bitch "don't rip my Jesus peice"
Wan' go Patek Philippe, need Mary to protect me
Need Mary to protect me
(Yeah, now you rockin' wit' Rada)
In that muhfuckin' mode