69 BARS Lyrics

She ain't worried what I bench press

Diem mami speaking Spanglish

I've been working on like twelve steps

I ain't ask for fucking help yet

I be whipping through the Diego

Wondering where the fuck the day go

I've been caught up in the clouds

Feel no pressure run for miles

She ain't worried bout my tough past

Used to catch me with a bus pass

Now I'm in it til I'm winning

Been repenting for my sinning

Be in heaven in a minute uh

Drop a pin I'm fitting to bust that

Maybe later I can come back

Tell me baby how you want that

Changed my number you can't call back

Now I'm sliding through the city

Do it big I do it biggie

Smoking on that sticky icky

You ain't seen a hundred grand

Bitch you just a middle man

You ain't fucking with god's plan

You ain't fucking with god's plan

I don't care what you think

You don't even love yourself

I put god first bitch

Blind faith without a doubt

I don't need what you need

Yeah no worldly possessions

Said my health is my wealth bitch

Fuck you I'm being selfish

Gucci logo wear my belt is

Look I made it back from hell bitch

Need a Grammy on the shelf quick

Tell that bitch to suck my whole