Verse Lyrics

Dear Lord forgive me I got a number of what I'm worth

But damn with that much money

Might just come a curse

It ain't no biggie fuck it, run through it head first

It ain't so biblical but I'll still spit a verse

Dear Lord forgive me I got a number of what I'm worth

But damn with that much money

Might just come a curse

It ain't no biggie fuck it, run through it head first

It ain't so biblical but I'll still spit a verse

I know I use it a lot , but I really got the time

If you can't tell lately that I've been on my grind

I'm here and there like Waldo more like where is Ryan ?

In and out again my family can't even find him

I was fucked up on the ground man

Got back up and kept on fighting

Anyone that come in contact with me know

He don't be lyin

Got a drive man, noone findin

On my passport perfect timin

Might've Done some shit before

but I put it all behind me

No one really know what the hell that I be on

I think I might be the coldest coming out my zone

If he want to test it go and get the mic it's on

Who gon make the hit go ahead aim it for

The dome

Put the city on

I might get the throne

Y'all ain't working hard enough

You need to get it goin

And It still ain't nothing nice

Man This summer I'm getting right

Diamond cut body life and ice

Hit harder than cold sprite

Think she love me out of spite

Hate her man's, that Bitch , that life

More confusing, as you dive

Deeper you go the old dies

Shit windy in this city but not from Illinois

If you broke go get a job

Y'all bums be unemployed

It this life you need Some bread

Or they might steal your joy

Y'all niggas lazy it ain't the weed

That shit be mad annoying

I'll smoke a blunt for lift some weights this is my pre-workout

I'll hit a bowl and count a k look at this weeks turn out

I feeling good turn on the mic tell you what I'm about

The grown man lying make me sick y'all really chasing clout

No one really know what the hell that I be on

I think I might be the coldest coming out my zone

If he want to test it go and get the mic it's on

Who gon make the hit go ahead aim it for

The dome

Put the city on

I might get the throne

Y'all ain't working hard enough

You need to get it goin

And It still ain't nothing nice

Man This summer I'm getting right

Diamond cut body life and ice

Hit harder than cold sprite

Think she love me out of spite

Hate her man's, that Bitch , that life

More confusing, as you dive

Deeper you go the old you dies