A.T.'s Gospel

I'm scared to death but so what
Show me what you made of
Sins I can afford
And there's more of
Where that came from
Humble as a poor man
As dangerous as a paid one
Get paid young nigga get paid
Get paid young nigga get paid
Get paid young nigga get paid
Get paid young nigga get paid

All they do is complain
I got some dope you can shoot in your veins
It's been madness all summer
I'm Kool and the gang
These niggas new to the game
Was smoking on chronic
Back before snoop had the braids
She bring the juice and champagne
I bring the tree & the condoms
I paid a G for the product
I chopped it I pitched it
I'm Trying not to sink to the bottom

Ready for my reign
Higher than a plane
Know I'm make nauseous
This for Furl
My girl got a girl
You know I love options
Know I'm gone slide
All favor aside
I'm getting FaceTime
With no roof

Hoping the knot aint a noose
Hoping the coochie ain't loose
Hoping that breaking the rules and telling the truth in this booth
Tryna Inspire the youth
Yea that'll get me the loot (Yea)

I'm scared to death but so what
Show me what you made of
Sins I can afford
And there's more of
Where that came from
Humble as a poor man
As dangerous as a paid one
Get paid young nigga get paid
Get paid young nigga get paid
Get paid young nigga get paid
Get paid young nigga get paid

Needa light then i could show it to you
Saw somebody tha other day, lookin like a older version of me
What if i grow into you
I dunno if this is what I'm sposed to get to
I'm focused on tha vision i cant motion wit you
Said i been actin too cool now I'm colder wit you
They done up new rules but i broke it in two
Fuck it I'm claimin tha earth
Aint no way they could ever say that i ain't from that turf
A real one was created at birth
So what he say in this verse

Could be worse
Ain't been to church
I'm so long
Dice games in Tulum
What could go wrong
Sold a beat with hook
That's a whole zone
Hold on
The money on the line
Saving myself first didn't ever my cross my mind
Freedom's in the detail
Please take your time
Don't apologize
Keep it lit
Sends flicks with her clothes off
The label wanna know
What your cost
Stole the whole sauce
The least y'all could do
Is pray over the buss down
It's not adding up
Who to trust now