Glory To The Most High

I got a lot to say so imma get it off my chest

I can't keep going day by day like somebody standing on my neck

Tell your girl to calm down or imma let her gimme neck

And if you think she won't, then come n shake my hand, lets make a bet

If I lose then may God strike me down with death

If I'm lying then may God strike me down with death

If they moving slimmy I hope to God my bullets hit they neck

Ion fuck with tall grass cause there's too many snakes in that

I'm a runner I'll even finish with my team up on my back

Ion need a back pack to get this weight up off my back

I get more stressed then stress is stress and ill make it back

Everything I'm ever saying on these tracks is always facts