Yeah my grandma dead and gone

And I still love her and I miss

Had to steal when I was hungry

Was no food up in my kitch’

I really came up out of the gutter

I’m just sittin’ here reminiscin’

Showing love but I don’t get it back

That’s why I keep my distance (Yeah)

No, you can’t accomplish nothing in life

If you ain’t got a plan

If you don’t take care of your people

Then you can’t be the man

Don’t know if the Spirit at work

So we ain’t shaking hands

I’m gonna give the praise to the Lord

And let my diamonds dance

Yeah they smile hard in my face

But don’t wanna see me win

Hit the jet and fly away

But I’m not Peter Pan

Oh no, we not one hundred

We just made 100k grand

Hear the pain all in my voice

But they’ll never understand

The way it’s hot out everyday, boy

I’m gon’ need a fan

They way I slide ‘round in the wraith, boy

You can’t see me in

I just wanna see the Heaven gates…

God gon’ let me in

I’m just tryna’ keep my faith up in this life of sin (Yeah)

Man, I thought I told you

Miss me with the old news

I’m gonna have to give it to ‘em

I just had breakfast with my pastor

I had to listen to him

I call on God when no one near

So He gon’ get me through it (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

I know I’m not perfect, I’ll admit it (Yeah, Yeah)

I’m just tryna put on for my city (Yeah, Yeah)

We got one another, boy

Came up out of the struggle, boy

I just had to make a choice

Know the dirt, but I’m the voice

Yeah, their hatin’ is so annoyin’

How you claiming that you lit

You ain’t making no noise

Yeah, they shooting videos with guns

Sounding like YoungBoy

I just serve God and be the light

Just for the young boys (Yeah, Yeah)

Only a matter of time before me and my brother on your TV

Get your life together with the Lord, ain’t tryna’ be mean

Cut ‘em, they was jealous, they was too busy tryna’ be me

Feelin’ like I’m Curry or Lebron, I’m getting a 3P

You ain’t gotta hate, see me doing good

Just say congratulations

Taking care of responsibilities

And all my obligations

This the recipe that does it

Yeah, I’m still my grandma’s rapper baby

‘Cuz the day we had toys

But these ones ain’t come with wrapping paper

Now the world know why God exist

Shoot the devil all up off me, he ain’t stopping this

I’m in the RR but I ain’t talking ‘bout Roddy Ricch

Need the real-deal in my life now, with no counterfeits

And tell the devil stop playing with us

The Father, Son & Holy Spirit, Son of Man with us

Spiritual warfare, fighting demons

Yeah they’re playing it tough

I follow Christ, I’m with the remnant, yeah we standing up

God is calling on you

Tell me what you gon’ do

When it fall on you

Tell me what you gon’ do

Gotta do what the Bible says

I ain’t doing what I want to

Gotta keep on getting this bag ‘cuz ain’t nobody gon’ want you

A thought in my head, let me put it on you

We destroy the devil’s plan, you can’t let him own you

And I ain’t always tryna’ hear about the stuff I don’t do

But I ain’t never, ever hear about the stuff I do for you

I’m sorry

Moving like a ghost, but I am nothing like Omari

We gon’ have a good time and go check out the safari

Bro gon’ grab the lam’ and I think I’m gon’ grab the ‘rarri

I am not a rapper, I’m an artist