Son Of Yahweh

[Intro]
Check, check, check, check
Yeah

[Verse]
I haven't felt this close to my dreams in a minute
You gotta hold on tight, don't let the devil catch you slippin'
I know the world still wanna hear what I got to say
I know they gossip 'bout me but can't say it to my face
You know they gossip for bitches, my nigga get off my dick
I'm finna finish, Napoleon Hill and go get rich, yeah
You know my momma say I, got her baby brother's face
I said, "It's not the face, check the actions, momma"
I just went and dedicated baby Giavanna, uh, yeah
To the Lord himself
Then get back to makin' M's, they ain't got make themselves
I had to get rid of distractions, stay on my grind
And keep your dream alive even if you workin' 9-5
'Cause I, know there's light at the end of the tunnel
The thing is that you get back up 'cause we all gon' fumble
Since I was knee high, girls been slidin' me they numbers
Some labels better get they cheque books if they tryna holla
The crazy thing is, man, we already did it without one
'Cause everything is just a bonus when you Yahweh's son

[Outro]
You gotta keep goin', you gotta keep goin'
You gotta keep goin', you gotta keep goin'
You gotta keep goin', you gotta keep goin'
You gotta keep goin', you gotta keep goin'

[Skit]
As dark as the earth, the gold so recently left
Millions of pounds worth of gold, comes out of Joburg each year
With this wealth, the people of the city live well and happy
Truly, this is the finest of all the worlds golden cities