one of dem ones.
It's a God body I know God got me
My pathway is identical to where you'd find the pinnacle
Milk and honey plentiful
Wifey is a centerfold
This wad like me it didn't fold
They posing like a shoot for vogue
I broke it, didn't fit the mold
My shoulder got december cold
Lately I'm obsessed with goals
Toss em if they can't relate
There's power in these words I say
This passion finna pave the way
I been on that
Seen the drought
This city live inside my soul
Had to drop the master's name
Grandma she loved Langston Hughes
My daddy's name a gift from you
Surf the waves and weathered storms
I never was a fan of rules
Creator of the highest order
Feel like I should set em bro
Decade in I paid my dues
Looked the devil in his eyes
Told him that I live for God
Preach to youngins, gave em jobs
I'd rather teach a man to fish
Share some words from heaven
I been there I know how hard it gets
Christopher a mentor
Christopher a son of God
Christopher a malcontempt
Bang his cup against the bars
Of the cell life put him in
Sometimes see the potholes
Patchy grass and wonder if a thing could grow
Then a hear a Baker beat
Then I hear a Nay flip
Smoking watch the sunrise
That's when it's the clearest
For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord
Plans to prosper you and not to harm you
That St. Louis still got something to say
And on my soul
Imma do my part to lift every single voice
It's not a choice
Walking in my calling only time my soul rejoice
Couple run ins with the boys
Couple times my number almost called because I'm in this void
Never met a vice I didn't like
Pussy been my greatest one
Cup in cup my sweet surrender
Baker bumpin through this rental
Picking up and dropping off
Couple percs noddin off but still cut from a different cloth
I know the way when blindfolded
Smooth operator bitch I'm good in every circle
And my brothers got my back
Ain't no weapon ever prospered
Ain't no thing that ever hurt me
Lost in this valley but Trap had my back
And Mel had that cloth that I just was talking bout
Facts
Tramel is like family
Still remember sixteen talking bout what it can be
Other niggas ancillary
I ain't got no advasaries
Boy it's really me vs. me
Laziness gon agitate me
I'm not moving passively
Insult to the grace He gave me
I'm obsessed with giving back
At the gig, a humble servant
In the stu the same way
Sins I'm gon atone for
Boy I'll build an empire
Put it in the Lord's name
Scream it with my last breath
Nigga to my last steps
My pathway is identical to where you'd find the pinnacle
Milk and honey plentiful
Wifey is a centerfold
This wad like me it didn't fold
They posing like a shoot for vogue
I broke it, didn't fit the mold
My shoulder got december cold
Lately I'm obsessed with goals
Toss em if they can't relate
There's power in these words I say
This passion finna pave the way
I been on that
Seen the drought
This city live inside my soul
Had to drop the master's name
Grandma she loved Langston Hughes
My daddy's name a gift from you
Surf the waves and weathered storms
I never was a fan of rules
Creator of the highest order
Feel like I should set em bro
Decade in I paid my dues
Looked the devil in his eyes
Told him that I live for God
Preach to youngins, gave em jobs
I'd rather teach a man to fish
Share some words from heaven
I been there I know how hard it gets
Christopher a mentor
Christopher a son of God
Christopher a malcontempt
Bang his cup against the bars
Of the cell life put him in
Sometimes see the potholes
Patchy grass and wonder if a thing could grow
Then a hear a Baker beat
Then I hear a Nay flip
Smoking watch the sunrise
That's when it's the clearest
For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord
Plans to prosper you and not to harm you
That St. Louis still got something to say
And on my soul
Imma do my part to lift every single voice
It's not a choice
Walking in my calling only time my soul rejoice
Couple run ins with the boys
Couple times my number almost called because I'm in this void
Never met a vice I didn't like
Pussy been my greatest one
Cup in cup my sweet surrender
Baker bumpin through this rental
Picking up and dropping off
Couple percs noddin off but still cut from a different cloth
I know the way when blindfolded
Smooth operator bitch I'm good in every circle
And my brothers got my back
Ain't no weapon ever prospered
Ain't no thing that ever hurt me
Lost in this valley but Trap had my back
And Mel had that cloth that I just was talking bout
Facts
Tramel is like family
Still remember sixteen talking bout what it can be
Other niggas ancillary
I ain't got no advasaries
Boy it's really me vs. me
Laziness gon agitate me
I'm not moving passively
Insult to the grace He gave me
I'm obsessed with giving back
At the gig, a humble servant
In the stu the same way
Sins I'm gon atone for
Boy I'll build an empire
Put it in the Lord's name
Scream it with my last breath
Nigga to my last steps
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Writer(s): Christopher Scott
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