HEAVENLY FATHER Lyrics

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Heavenly Father, I've been, uh, really crying for Your help, it's some feelings in t he air that I ain't Felt yet myself I bought in the outside, ain't been using what's on the shelf

Losing knowledge I equip, especially to up my wealth in the mental

I've been tripping but some of my moves sinful, But every morning getting together, that's what I'm into, jotting how I feel in my journal with my pencil

Words coming crazy like my flow is on it's menstrual

I can tell you now that cycles, that ain't what I'm into

I was before, thought I was upping the

Score tryna to lie my way right into a better reward

Was really killing me, I fell right onto

My sword and I can't even trip about it

Speero, came home and I know these niggas doubted that I would be the same, cuz I'm taking different routing

They want me to just sit up on my ass

and get the pouting

But I can't do that, third year in the game, found where the food at

Eating good while my flows turn you rappers blue black

Extensive research, see it ain't nothing that I

really lack

Know the game back and forth, I ain't close to Hanging hats, put em in they place,

Say my way, really like the pats say I'm bragging Now, just wait till I get them racks

Man I'm confident so I ain't really going tic for tac,

Gainesville, Florida, you know that's where you

find Speero at

It'll be torture if you ever try to touch Speero neck, chain dancing on you niggas

Like Michael hit pirouette, they say Speero just gave him work, and he ain't break a sweat

I say God watching over me, the last real one left

Words spicy like curry, I think I need to catch my

breath

They call me Doc, I'm a surgeon and I'm saving rap from death

Cuz ain't no substance in the music, man I'd rather be deaf

Analyzing these rappers, man you better fucking watch your step nigga