Diligence ft. Tag Kizzy Lyrics

Look, to tell the truth man I don't know if God is coming

If he does, he be coming down for people that cared for nothing ah

Am I a sinner, a prayer, my only hope

To make it clear, I'm a killer, that's how I cope

Killing beats and I got notes that I wanna give out to y'all

To tell the truth I'm feeling this pressure of standing tall

Back against the wall if I make it, what's my reward, yeah

I don't even care, I'm just hoping you're all aware, true

Trexcxs be the name if you're wondering who's on

How you claim to be the best when nobody won't even vouch

Man this shit's serious

Remember me sleeping on Cyber's couch, I put your niggas on

You niggas in front is just an illusion, it's crucial

Your movement is critical

I penetrate deep inside the game, I promise this won't be the same

Now stick with me, or go around, that's where the rest'll be

I'm trying to change my currency, the current situation I'm facing

It's getting uncomfortable, I double the pressure

You catching up, it's something you do forever

Better with how I deliver, being diffident is a sin

I need some holy water to dilute, guess I put me here to depute

Bro, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow

Point them out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow

Point them out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow

Point them out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow

Point them out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow

Point them out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow

Point them out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can floe

Point them out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can float

Point them out, bitch, I wanna know

Got the realist team, they makin' song like every week

I pour my heart, it's bittersweet

I mean, it can't just be that all my niggas wanna cheese

They wanna slide, I tell them, chill

Bitches love you cause she ballin

Yeah, they aimin' for your world, that's why I never chill

A nigga had a dream, call me Martin Luther King

We ain't stressin' bout no bitch, I be blowin' like a bling

Time will go, reach your peck and pick your goat

Guess I'm restin', guess I'm old, I make this blessing

Ring my door, I still get my kick and go

Oh, fuck it, I'ma get some more

I don't mind steppin' on these hoes

Yes, I did it like this before

I mean the masses, this is massive for me

Just don't back up on me

I don't know you, you just too controlling

You are not my homie

Only ridin' by myself and now this shit is gettin' lonely

You don't know me, nigga

If there was a bag and you were damned, man, I would pull the trigger

I won't think twice cause I just know that I don't like you, nigga

My whole team poppin', nigga

I ain't reach my peak, but if I did, you wouldn't stop me, nigga

Ayy, you wouldn't stop me, nigga

I ain't reach my peak, but if I did, you wouldn't stop me, nigga

Ayy, you wouldn't stop me, nigga

Who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you can flow

Yeah

Point em' out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you can flow

Point em' out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you can flow

Flow

Point em' out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you can flow

Flow

Point em' out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you can flow

Go

Point em' out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you can flow

Yeah

Point em' out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you can flow

Flow

Point em' out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic

And said that you can flow

Yeah

Point em' out, bitch, I wanna know

Who the fuck passed you the mic

Who the fuck passed you the mic

Who the fuck passed you the mic