Penecostal

Had a cut my old friends off they was using me
Ain't Pentecostal, got religion on my jewelry
Sharp like a needle, come thru & sew the beat
All this street shit ain't new to me
In the NBA, and you niggas in a lil league
Hit like NFL, but I'll never take a L
Call me T.I. Cause I'm hunting for a paper trail
I was locked for a year, still had to make the bail

Betta watch ya tone, we'll dial it up
Lil opp bitch talkin' shit, but she still got a bubble butt
Come here lil mama, lemme see if I can prop it up
This a big a gun, had a prop it up
This A Taurus 9, hell nah it ain't a prop or nun
Body slam a bitch, you'll think was the rock or sum

Knock down a block, like Fortnite
I'm in da hood wit a chain, but I still need more ice nigga
Make the opps feel pain, cause I know it feel right
Get on yo ass like a thot in some hood tights
Beat up the trap I'm feelin' like IKe
Wet up the whip, now they need em bike
we high off a opp, he up in da sky
I buss off a jigga, I need a get high
Fetty Wap, he got popped in his eye
Social Beef, not surprised that he died

Had to cut some old friends off
They was using me
Ain't Pentecostal, got religion on my jewelry

Sharp like a needle, come thru & sew the beat
All this street shit ain't new to me
In the NBA, and you niggas in a lil league
Hit like NFL, but I'll never take a L
Call me T.I. Cause I'm hunting for a paper trail
I was locked for a year, still had to make the bail

Had to cut some old friends off
They was using me
Ain't Pentecostal, got religion on my jewelry

Sharp like a needle, come thru & sew the beat
All this street shit ain't new to me
In the NBA, and you niggas in a lil league
Hit like NFL, but I'll never take a L
Call me T.I. Cause I'm hunting for a paper trail
I was locked for a year, still had to make the bail



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Writer(s): Alexander Woods
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