l e t . g o . m y . h a n d (with Bas & 6LACK)
Soldier's song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time
Sometimes I question whether this shit matters
Putting substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don't always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta step away, do some living
Let time provide a new prescription, giving truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me 'bout Quran, putting me on
I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it
But I ain't got the discipline for sticking with it
Now I'm on the way to London, got a show for seven digits
I'm wondering just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn't nobody know my jams
Today my son said, "Dad, let go my hand"
Reminded me one day he's gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he's equipped
I gotta make sure he not no bitch 'cause niggas bound to try him
If I said I was the toughest growing up, I would be lying
I had a fear of getting punched while everybody eyeing
Add to that a constant fear of dying
By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretending
Luckily my bluff was working way more often than not
But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud
And with my reputation at stake
I was scuffling just to save face
Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it
My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would've thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would've thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Back then I ain't know shit, now I know too much
Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance
Before it's introduced to currency and clips
Or bad licks that have a nigga serving three to six, shit
Soldier's song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time
Soldier's song
I could be one to lean on
Time will right the wrongs
Won't be long
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
Something inside of me's tryna crawl up to the surface
Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me
Stubbornly getting its way (way), way (way)
Drowning out the wave (drowning out)
I've got a reason to believe that I'll turn out just fine
Soldier's song
Lord, please guide our steps
Watch us, cover us
So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will
Your purpose
Please fill us with Your spirit
Keep us forever in the present
For presence makes the strongest fathers
Teach us how to lead
Show us how to love
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time
Sometimes I question whether this shit matters
Putting substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don't always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta step away, do some living
Let time provide a new prescription, giving truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me 'bout Quran, putting me on
I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it
But I ain't got the discipline for sticking with it
Now I'm on the way to London, got a show for seven digits
I'm wondering just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn't nobody know my jams
Today my son said, "Dad, let go my hand"
Reminded me one day he's gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he's equipped
I gotta make sure he not no bitch 'cause niggas bound to try him
If I said I was the toughest growing up, I would be lying
I had a fear of getting punched while everybody eyeing
Add to that a constant fear of dying
By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretending
Luckily my bluff was working way more often than not
But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud
And with my reputation at stake
I was scuffling just to save face
Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it
My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would've thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would've thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Back then I ain't know shit, now I know too much
Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance
Before it's introduced to currency and clips
Or bad licks that have a nigga serving three to six, shit
Soldier's song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time
Soldier's song
I could be one to lean on
Time will right the wrongs
Won't be long
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
Something inside of me's tryna crawl up to the surface
Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me
Stubbornly getting its way (way), way (way)
Drowning out the wave (drowning out)
I've got a reason to believe that I'll turn out just fine
Soldier's song
Lord, please guide our steps
Watch us, cover us
So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will
Your purpose
Please fill us with Your spirit
Keep us forever in the present
For presence makes the strongest fathers
Teach us how to lead
Show us how to love
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Cole, Abbas Hamad, Dj Dahi, Frank Dukes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
- 9 5 . s o u t h
- a m a r i
- m y . l i f e (with 21 Savage & Morray)
- a p p l y i n g . p r e s s u r e
- p u n c h i n ‘ . t h e . c l o c k
- 1 0 0 . m i l ‘ (with Bas)
- p r i d e . i s . t h e . d e v i l (with Lil Baby)
- l e t . g o . m y . h a n d (with Bas & 6LACK)
- i n t e r l u d e
- t h e . c l i m b . b a c k
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