It's NoT wHat It SeEmS LiKe. Lyrics

Sanctify me, Purify me, With your Love, With your love

Sanctify me, Purify me, With your Love, With your love

I got gold on my hands, I got yeezy on my toes

How you wearing all this ricky?

Owing jiggas like you cold

I got two phones, like keem

One for networking, I mean

I got two phones, like Two Chainz

Two for hotline bling

I can't work, unless I'm paid

All this free money, I made

All these jiggas, lurk my page

Acting like, they ain't they age

All them poles on your page

Man I swear, you aint gon spray

All my life been hall of fame

You can go and watch my tape

All of these jiggas be talking, they talking so much

You can't understand boy

Most of these times that I'm rapping

I'm rapping, I'm cooking, like I had a pan boy

I whip it and I'm counting this cheddar

I counted till I had a band boy

I throw it up and it stays in the currents

It's wavy, like I had some water boy

All of these jiggas be pointing they fingers

They pointing, like they had to mandate

Most of these times that im speaking

I'm speaking like David, I do what my God say

Most of these times, I be cutting these jiggas so much, that i needa bandaid

We dont be sipping on lean, we sipping this tea

We sipping the cool aid

I got gold on my hands, I got yeezy on my toes

How you wearing all this ricky?

Owing jiggas like you cold

I got two phones, like keem

One for networking, I mean

I got two phones, like Two Chainz

Two for hotline bling

If you give yourself another chance, then i'll do the same

Cuz we got these broken pieces, that we need to arrange

I have fallen short of your love

Tears have fallen from way above

What will I do without you here?

What can I do for you to come near?

If you give yourself another chance, then i'll do the same

Cuz we got these broken pieces, that we need to arrange