Psalm Lyrics

Try eyeballing vics out the ounce bro

Just an outlaw with no scale, no gun getting bags off

Pops ain't even know how to handle Mal

Before God Tier ever had a beating heart, moving ounces was a head start

Till that weed that was sold had me held up in a headlock, hardheaded as I watch the guillotine drop

Drained cause my thoughts so loud and they won't stop

Many so called friends ain't even checking in

no pit stops (fuck them)

We all got our roadblocks, it's obstacles within the bedrock

Got you checkin analog clocks, you ain't no janitor

You tryna figure out when you gonna blow up

Tired of feeling like an amateur, you got this shit sewn up

From recording in the trap and Justin pouring lines in his soda, crushed percs in the weed Keon rolled up

Left the backdoor open, since then I'm looking over my shoulder and fuck I look like letting your white god be my chauffeur

My moments are spurred, I'm in control

I'm washing the dirt off my soul, it's my fault if I'm hurt

I don't gotta sell out to stay on top of the world

All the blood that they shed in the worst turns into cash they collect for a curse

And when it's time to collect, who you giving up first?

Y'all throwing the word family around like commerce, you got no honor

I don't care if it's a dog eat dog world, nigga this my psalm verse

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