Influince

We started out on different routes, but look how God worked

A broken child not knowing how, but the odds worth it

No more crowds fixing crowns when you on your purpose

And I'm sorry, granny, can't go to a Sunday service, but I ain't walking alone, no, he's still with me

Floating through rights and wrongs, yeah, he's still with me

Talked to my dog on the phone with the realest intentions, not knowing his flaws, was talking to these bitches

Put my heart on these calls, can't you feel the BPM

I've been writing these songs, less responding to DMs

Reading right from my palm, all I was seeing was them Ms, now I'm reading from Psalms and all I'm seeing is him

My God, same one shooting with Kobe in the gym, told me focus on network, not staring at the rim

Told me keep putting in legwork, stop looking at them, cause scared work look like dead work