Yes Lawd ("SHUT UP AND DRIBBLE" GOSPEL MIX)
In the belly of the beast
Devil hungry for a feast
Somebody betta call the priest
Not built for weak
Survival of the trillest
Only walk with the realest
Come see what I seen
Nightmares never dream
I'm destined for greatness
We not built the same
Cuz my body is too strong can't hold it In chains
And I'm flying so different I don't have No lanes I done Been through so much Hurt I Don't feel no pain
O man what is you what is you high On cocaine
Building a legacy not for the fame
All about wealth and y'all counting the Change no Politics here y'all not ready For Change
Got me in a noose
USA USA
Tryna get me for a Duece
Unduly Unduly
Then they kill all my heroes
So I don't wanna be a hero
Got me flirting with these kilos
Shut up and dribble
My hustle is an erection reckless with No protection
These streets teaching lessons no hand Book snitches confessions
Keep counting all these blessings they running low and I'm stressing
I have no regrets never 2nd guessing My flexin
Dollaz on Dollaz I never feel a Recession
Bank account running that thang ain't Neva regressing
Slave with no chains no masters no Whips and Wessons
I still can't breathe but still believe life Is a blessing
Got me in a noose
USA USA
Tryna get me for a Duece
Unduly Unduly
Then they kill all my heroes
So I don't wanna be a hero
Got me flirting with these kilos
Shut up and dribble
Devil hungry for a feast
Somebody betta call the priest
Not built for weak
Survival of the trillest
Only walk with the realest
Come see what I seen
Nightmares never dream
I'm destined for greatness
We not built the same
Cuz my body is too strong can't hold it In chains
And I'm flying so different I don't have No lanes I done Been through so much Hurt I Don't feel no pain
O man what is you what is you high On cocaine
Building a legacy not for the fame
All about wealth and y'all counting the Change no Politics here y'all not ready For Change
Got me in a noose
USA USA
Tryna get me for a Duece
Unduly Unduly
Then they kill all my heroes
So I don't wanna be a hero
Got me flirting with these kilos
Shut up and dribble
My hustle is an erection reckless with No protection
These streets teaching lessons no hand Book snitches confessions
Keep counting all these blessings they running low and I'm stressing
I have no regrets never 2nd guessing My flexin
Dollaz on Dollaz I never feel a Recession
Bank account running that thang ain't Neva regressing
Slave with no chains no masters no Whips and Wessons
I still can't breathe but still believe life Is a blessing
Got me in a noose
USA USA
Tryna get me for a Duece
Unduly Unduly
Then they kill all my heroes
So I don't wanna be a hero
Got me flirting with these kilos
Shut up and dribble
Credits
Writer(s): Wil Fuller
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