Thass God

Really I got no problem with any of it
They falling like autumn I had to get above it
I need nobody you're mention is really nothing
I see pretenders no end to all you're bluffing
Oh my bad
Dont see your name on my back
I would never turn my back
Its easy to lose your soul like that
Where you going
Who you roll with
Aint wanted but im glowing
And you know it
I think im done
I dont need it
Screw your clique
And your meetings
Boy im hungry
And you eating
And yeah i want it
But that aint Jesus
Rapido pick up a bag to go
Ooh but i had to though
Im active woah
Work for the master oh
I hop on the adlibs though
Dont at me bro
Thinkin you had me woah
You sweet like a candy coat
And reload
you need a bandaid oh
I come in handy though
All in my bag
I dont care if you mad
Im in the school of hard knocks
And at the top of my class
And my abode is translucent
While you rocking your mask
Sipping peaches and Prosecco
While I'm watching you crash

That's God I don't need y'all
I ain't get your text you sound like blah blah blah
I don't need the games
Im finna Take the reins
Imma write off your claims
Imma forget your name

That's God I don't need y'all
That's God I don't need y'all
That's God I don't need y'all
I ain't get your text you sound like blah blah blah

Keep it a buck
You feeling stuck
Fresh out of luck
All through the mud
When im feeling down
Gotta look up
Thats where im leaning
Thats where i trust
I can't get no push
I don't need it though
You keep sending out texts
I ain't read it though
I've been on Gods watch
Can't speed it though
Ain't no roly but it's nonstop
Do you get it though

That's God I don't need y'all
I ain't get your text you sound like blah blah blah
I don't need the games
Im finna Take the reins
Imma write off your claims
Imma forget your name

That's God I don't need y'all
That's God I don't need y'all
That's God I don't need y'all
I ain't get your text you sound like blah blah blah



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Writer(s): Jonathan Keith Randle
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