Layup

Go and get it fool
Go and get it fool
Do what you said you were gonna do
Mama said never to play with food
So how you let Lucifer baby you?
Go and get it fool
Go and get it fool
Take all the cards that were dealt to you
You know the ones that you hold against God, whole time you prayed for a miracle?
You got your blessing so now you relaxed, comfortable
Yo we in a battle, mental
We in a war, spiritual
Kill off your flesh it's rental
Whenever you act on your own accord
Your fuel gon' get low, critical
Oh you said she hurt you?
No need to get sentimental

Imma keep fighting yea that's on my mother
He gave me the ball so I play for my brothers
Hands ready with my back against the wall
5' 6" shorty still standin' tall

Call it
That's a layup
Call it
That's a paystub
I'm ballin
Yea I'm prayed up
Quit stallin'
Go get what you're made for
Call it
That's a layup
Call it
That's a paystub
I'm ballin
Yea I'm prayed up
Quit stallin'
Go get what you're made for

I'm open, just like Jehovah witness
Knock on your door on Christmas
Chosen by One who was sinless
I was so wasted but He gave me peace
My Father took care of my wishlist
So 'Imma run on this track 'till the finish line
Nah I ain't worried 'bout digits

I was blessed this whole time
Killed my doubt like bye bye
It's a war on the outside
And a war on my mind
My arm like a .45
Imma make it splash 'till I die
He holdin' His hand out just hold on or you gon' get thrown in the fire

Imma keep fighting yea that's on my mother
He gave me the ball so I play for my brothers
Hands ready with my back against the wall
5' 6" shorty still standin' tall

Call it
That's a layup
Call it
That's a paystub
I'm ballin'
Yea I'm prayed up
Quit stallin'
Go get what you're made for
Call it
That's a layup
Call it
That's a paystub
I'm ballin'
Yea I'm prayed up
Quit stallin'
Go get what you're made for



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Pak
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