GOSPEL

[Jesus H. Macy]
But Who’s the kid
// Another one hit wonder tryna make it big
Or the next best Emcee who has ever lived
Or a failed poet who’s afraid he's gonna blow it
Tryna make this life worth it wondering if he deserves it
Daydreaming of C.R.E.A.M // While i'm chasing my dreams
The Money fame the pain // and anything that comes between
Ever since sixteen been tryna make it to the big league
Not siegfreid just a nigga who just tryna live free
To be or not to be
A wannabe
Were all stuck between
Who we we are and who we wanna be
And what we wanna see
Our priorities
Ducking the authorities
Because no lives matter when it comes to authorities
So

Peep the pictures a nigga painting
The practice and dedication
We peaking that elevation
Ain't reaching
I ain't tripping ain't tweaking
Not a pastor ain't preaching
Fuck these Fakes and the dissing they always sneaking
We
Learned a lot from waiting
Days running from Satan
Some tough days but we still made it to graduation
Keep my circle small because a lot of niggas faking
Ain't catchin feelings cause too many of these bitches playing
Never on some ho shit more loyal then sir jora
Cross my sanora ill fuck you up like zathura
I'm black hole to asshole I'm abstract so ab-soul
Modern-day picasso I spit fire Diablo
Stop s staring at the clock it only makes me anxious
And life is far to precious to be thrown away and wasted
They say If you're not there yet then just fake it until you make it
Buts. the only place that’s gotten me feeling empty and vacant
So it's
Freaks forever but i'm still always getting better
Hit you like a tsunami but leave ya girl much wetter
Blasting kendrick and hendricks
Fuck all you critics ya cynics
The sickest nigga in the clinic
And not scare to admit it

Woke up in this bitch like its my motherfucking home
Me and dom been at the top so y all can watch the the throne
Looking at the game and all sees some fucking clones
Looking up at eve you know that she bad to the bone
Drop jewels and seeds as I moonwalk across the sea
You know I hate to see you go but I love to see you leave
And I luh the way you work it in those apple bottom jeans
Dom in the back dealing mad he just spilled his lean Damn

[Dom]
Speak of the devil I just seen her in her red stilettos
New dress looking fresh smelling like some flower pedals
In the ghetto but she swear she grew up in the meadow
Pulling strings and fuck niggas like gepetto
Thought she'd be rocking prada but I saw her with a Louie bag
Could rock it with no make up and she'd still be looking bad
Perfect body type you'd prolly see up in a nudie mag
Dozen niggas prolly sell they soul of they could smash
Catch me in a ski mask
Sipping out a gold flash
Lean rolling green hash
See the opps then we dash
Speeding but got low gas
Red and blue light flash
Praying that the tank last
Fingers crossed we don't crash