GOSPEL Lyrics

Out here, on my cellular phone

Got three bad shorties up on my phone

But I ain't shit, so why they even hit me up

I need a cute brown girl for a pick-me-up

Drinking pimp juice from a shiny cup

Shoutout to the homies, yeah, that's what's up

Yeah, the girl can give me some cuddles in bed

I hope she ain't a gold digger, still tryna stack my bread

Ain't no question, they love your boy now

All the fakes and the lames, I destroy, pow

In the crowd, in the back, they be like, wow

Hit em with the lightning, yeah, kachow

I'm still tryna shake the haters, man, I'm missing the 2K

The razors and pagers, and the pimps and the players

And the baggy fits and classy chicks

Hit the pavement in 1996

I was born in the sticks, uh

Show Me Where Lord

Show Me Where Lord

Yeah, I had to be a man by the age of six

Collecting and cutting wood up in the sticks

Now I started this music shit just for fun

I never thought I'd have five fans or even one

But I love y'all, and if my voice is a whole bop

Call me bepsi, a 12 can of soda pop

Yeah, casual, factual, rhyme-spitting animal

It's in my genes, I fight to the death like a cannibal

Yeah, my bars will eat you up, 19 degrees

My type of chillin, you gotta heat you up

Cause you got cold feet, you say you run the streets

Why such a small goal

Y'all barely make enough to eat

I wanna run the world, and in the process

Scoop a baddie, call her baby girl

I don't care about her bitties, I'm just tryna get litty

Live it all up in Vegas Sin City

Yeah, you know what's good

Show Me Where Lord

Show Me Where Lord

Show Me Where Lord

Show Me Where Lord