Fear God
Came up out the gutter baby I ain't had no choice
I just want the Rolls Royce
Sipping on some cold boys
Geeked up, hella high, watch how I float boy
I'm a dog just like Ol' Roy, what's Up with you Ol' boy?
Smoke on these cookies until I got No voice
Walk with my chest high and ten Feet my toes boy
Came for my win like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd
And y'all bark like y'all loud but Y'all don't make no noise
I'm straight out Fontucky but still I'm a Toe boy
I want that, I need that, I seek that I go for it
And I'm going for the goal like it Wasn't no tomorrow
Tryna run my money up so that Way I don't have to borrow
And my chest hella heavy probably 'Cause it's full of sorrow
Make the best out the worst, while I'm rolling cigarillos
Sleeping on the kid I had to yank 'Em out they pillows
I remember all the days when I Was skating down Willow
Ain't that some classic shit, this Shit not an accident
I want this to happen, so we start To take action
And they told me get a grip, so That's when I had to fasten
Damn I'm so hard headed, that I Never learn my lesson
And you could have all of the Things that you imagine
Got this weight up on my back, it Just be dragging but I ain't Slacking
I ain't slacking fuck the fashion, I Just want my fascination
People changing up they faces like If they was masquerading
Finna blow up like grenade, and Say they love me but they hatin'
All I do is fear God see I don't ever Fear Satan
Finna blow up like grenade, and Say they love me but they hatin'
All I do is fear God see I don't ever Fear Satan
I just want the Rolls Royce
Sipping on some cold boys
Geeked up, hella high, watch how I float boy
I'm a dog just like Ol' Roy, what's Up with you Ol' boy?
Smoke on these cookies until I got No voice
Walk with my chest high and ten Feet my toes boy
Came for my win like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd
And y'all bark like y'all loud but Y'all don't make no noise
I'm straight out Fontucky but still I'm a Toe boy
I want that, I need that, I seek that I go for it
And I'm going for the goal like it Wasn't no tomorrow
Tryna run my money up so that Way I don't have to borrow
And my chest hella heavy probably 'Cause it's full of sorrow
Make the best out the worst, while I'm rolling cigarillos
Sleeping on the kid I had to yank 'Em out they pillows
I remember all the days when I Was skating down Willow
Ain't that some classic shit, this Shit not an accident
I want this to happen, so we start To take action
And they told me get a grip, so That's when I had to fasten
Damn I'm so hard headed, that I Never learn my lesson
And you could have all of the Things that you imagine
Got this weight up on my back, it Just be dragging but I ain't Slacking
I ain't slacking fuck the fashion, I Just want my fascination
People changing up they faces like If they was masquerading
Finna blow up like grenade, and Say they love me but they hatin'
All I do is fear God see I don't ever Fear Satan
Finna blow up like grenade, and Say they love me but they hatin'
All I do is fear God see I don't ever Fear Satan
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Writer(s): Paul Funkugub
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