Pace

[Intro]
I hear all that shit

[Pre-Chorus]
I got food for your soul nigga
Gobble up if your shit lack
Only spitting that fresh shit
Dentals looking like Tic Tacs
Said I came for my title belt
These niggas try to box me in
Like Chris Brown, no oxygen
Jail cell how they lock him in

[Verse 1]
We got to pick up the pace, yeah
We got to keep up the faith, yeah
Demons near in my rear view
Keep swerving might steer through
Maybe Hova might hear you
I'm holding my breathe for my blessings
No Jay but I’m near blue
And rolling it up when I'm stressing

Girl back from her home town
Picking up where we left at
When I'm working, my phone down
I never hit her with the text back
She got to keep up the faith
I got to pick up the pace
I’m burning my bridges
Temptations ahead of me
Blurring my vision
I ditch them

[Chorus]
Whip it up on the stove
Bet they buy what I wrote like dope
Funny 'cause this shit help me cope with life
I hope I write my wrongs and it’s me they quote
I don’t need sorrow or sympathy
I send the bodies to niggas who sent for me
I know that dying ain’t meant for me
I give it to God and the rest is me

[Pre-Chorus]
I got food for your soul nigga
Gobble up if your shit lack
Only spitting that fresh shit
Dentals looking like Tic Tacs
Said I came for my title belt
These niggas try to box me in
Like Chris Brown no oxygen
Jail cell how they lock him in

[Chorus]
Whip it up on the stove
Bet they buy what I wrote like dope
Funny 'cause this shit help me cope with life
I hope I write my wrongs and it’s me they quote
See I don’t need sorrow or sympathy
See I send the bodies to niggas who sent for me
I know that dying ain’t meant for me
I give it to God and the rest is me