9Pm

Computer, a young nigga run up his digits
Wrapping my head round the concept
Money ain't nothing but I gotta get it
Need three dollars signs like Matt Ox and Jahseh
Hunger for money is making me livid
I seen the future and thought it was vivid
No one gonna take away my destination
Ain't letting shit fly, cause I do not play quidditch
Computer, a young nigga run up his digits
Wrapping my head round the concept
Money ain't nothing but I gotta get it
Need three dollars signs like Matt Ox and Jahseh
Hunger for money is making me livid
I seen the future and thought it was vivid
No one gon take away my destination
Ain't letting shit fly, cause I do not play quidditch

Cocaine flakes on a five dollar bill
Sour cream on a whole lot of guac
Trigger finger stuck on the hood boy gun, Yeah the 556 don't stop
Still looking back on the cap ass niggas
Talked so much and never got shot
Relevance ain't with you, better act like a kid, go head and kick rocks
Chilling by the docks
Taking my mind off the hardships in the world
Everybody mind on a Jesus piece
Now they can't pay rent, spent a check on a pearl
Shawty got nun but dome on her mind, like damn you turned to a zombie girl?
Scripture run its course through my soul, I live in the moment, ain't of this world
When money lurks and cross through my path
I take bout half the check and I stash
Treat my purchases like a like button
The remaining total gets smashed
When I'm chill inside of a house
Gifted by god and forged by hands
I'll need a bad girl with intelligence, I love stats as much I love ass
Aye
Losing my mind was needed, I used to loathe on the fact it was bad
But then I switched up my perception
And realized my trauma was telling me cap
So after that, I fixed the puzzle that I call my brain, and I became glad
Cause now my awareness is high as the Eiffel
And fast as a challenger scat pack

Computer, a young nigga run up his digits
Wrapping my head around the concept
Money ain't nothing but I gotta get it
Need three dollars signs are like Matt Ox and Jahseh
Hunger for money is making me livid
I seen the future and thought it was vivid
No one gon take away my destination
Ain't letting shit fly, cause I do not play quidditch
Computer, a young nigga run up his digits
Wrapping my head around the concept
Money ain't nothing but I gotta get it
Need three dollars signs like Matt Ox and Jahseh
Hunger for money is making me livid
I seen the future and thought it was vivid
No one gon take away my destination
Ain't letting shit fly, cause I do not play quidditch

Save my soul
God swooped in and saved my soul
Even though darkness lurks at home
My mindset changed, and I'm glad that's so
Save my soul
God swooped in and saved my soul
Even though darkness lurks at home
My mindset changed, and I'm glad that's so
Save my soul
God swooped in and saved my soul
Even though darkness lurks at home
My mindset changed, and I'm glad that's so
Save my soul
God swooped in and saved my soul
Even though darkness lurks at home
My mindset changed, and i'm glad that's so
The whole point of this game is to elevate
If you don't elevate you disintegrate
Stay safe and meditate
Demons lurk in the heaven gates
Don't stray away, stay away, from what does not resonate
For lies will anticipate, your cry's out loud for heaven's sake
This world is so menacing but yet it's so beautiful and so heavenly, heavenly



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Whitfield
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