Scripture Lyrics

I've been running out of patience

I don't wanna deal with all the fake shit

Snake shit

Tryna chase a band on some ape shit

Bank bitch

All these niggas hatin on some hate shit

Hate shit

I can't trust a nigga on some real shit

Ay

She want tat her signature on me I told her no

I can't fuck with all these bitches yeah my heart is cold

Stickin with my brothers yeah I hope they never fold

Yeah we rollin up the dope

Tinted windows on the door

Tinted windows on the door my niggas we on the road

I ain't ever gon fold we pourin up by the fours

Stop bringing up my last bitch that shit old

That shit cold I ain't fuckin with a hoe

When I first had a dream I was nine years old

Stadium seats filled with my niggas first row

We in the big fields we gettin bankrolls

I'm on a big stage I'm singing my soul

I don't know if I'm alright

Baby I wrote a scripture yeah I'm feelin so alive

Member' all them days and all them lonely nights

Kept myself safe can't keep living your lies

Keep living your lies

We was in the backends

Member all them days that you was cappin

Past tense

I remember when you talked like that I knew I caught you lacking

When these bitches doing that can't help but lose attraction

Ion want no discussion

Throw away all the fussin

I just want a band my nigga yeah I be rushin

These bitches in my head I think I got a concussion

I'm runnin to the bread while im fuckin up on her cousin

Can't let go

Can't let go

Can't

Can't let go