Foreign

[Chorus: Leathle da 3rd7]
I'm thinking bout my momma voice
She singing in the morning
She thinkin' bout my daddy
Now she grieving and she mourning
I see it in 'em [?]
I think I've gotten used to this
How I get introduced to this?
To me it should be foreign

[Verse 1: J. Arrr]
The last time I couldn't handle the fire it froze my pen
All those writings on the wall wouldn't stop them from closing in
I didn't break but I learned to control the bend
See everything is slow motion when you're fasting and realize your soul just slim
That's when the growth begins what you shared is just "therе is evidence"
My grandma was pеtite but everything she said was resident
If faith must move mountains it'll help you excel the precipice
Cause when you die the family can't pray you to heaven's residence
That stuck with me I started exploring
Saw the lines that they crossed for clout but I thought it was foreign
Most only care about the ice or the cop at the border
Or shoot from the ark like Noah seeing his opps in the water
Still raising the bar this just another toast
Treat every sentence like it's under oath
We see your uncertainty in your undertow
Sometimes the hatred gon' come from the ones we love the most
It stems deeper when your kin evil and try to stunt your growth
Summon ghosts like a Séance it's hard to stop the chance
I got to France off hard work was prepared when I got the chance
Stop the man who think he's a showgun but really just Jah Morant
Cause you can start the road as LeBron but end up as Rashad McCants
I got a plan for how they get my Just Do
I'll only second guess if they're allowing me a plus two

[Chorus: Leathle da 3rd7]
I'm thinking bout my momma voice
She singing in the morning
She thinkin' bout my daddy
Now she grieving and she mourning
I see it in 'em [?]
I think I've gotten used to this
How I get introduced to this?
To me it should be foreign

[Verse 2: C4 Crotona]
My mans worshipped that golden watch like a golden calf
Chain broke in half it cost his life he ain't know the math
Domestic violence with momma bro you don't know my past
Unload the mag fight at the China spot bullet broke the glass
Residue on the chicken wings in the thick of things
Ignorant to Satan's devices and all his wicked schemes
I had to switch the teams, viscious dreams
Young and running with the mop stick
Bald head like Mr. Clean
I could have been in a casket dressed up like Mr. Bean
Is Mr. Mean?
Yeah but he getting off on a misdemean'
From the drum clip, tongue strip, listerine
I'm in the sunk ship saying prayers in the midst of fiends
The Lord spoke to me on a Sunday
He told me that the road that reaches heaven is a one way
So listen what the Son say
Don't wait until the sun sets
Gave me sleep in my unrest
Gave me peace, yeah the son blessed
Ayo I think I hear my momma voice
Saying "Boy you should follow Jesus, you ain't got a choice"
And I agree with her
I can't wait 'til that final moment when them gates open
And I can be with Him