Redemption
(Told 'em I'm different, they thought I was kidding)
Yeah, yeah
(Thought I was finished, just call this redemption)
Uh
Top of the morning
I just be yawning
Time to give 'em the Essence
Like I'm from New Orleans
These haters be stalling
These haters be drawling
Cause their shorty be falling
For the girl that be balling
I told em I'm different
They thought I was kidding
They thought I was finished
Just call this redemption
I just be winning
Like I'm winning the pennant
Counting dead prez all day and all night
'Till all of my people is living
And my momma got millions
Buy her a couple of buildings
And my brother got children
But my city be killing
Let me speed up their healing
Counting digits stack money from the floor to the ceiling
Pain stronger when you healing, call the lord when you feel it
Pour the Paul just to kill it, little more 'till you feel it
Take it all you can will it, little more don't you spill it
How come all of these women, having all these children
Why all these villains ain't the only ones killing
And why all they all got feelings, how they all be the realest
Paid the debts just to bill us, placing bets just to kill us
From LA out to Barclays
Palm trees over parfaits
Spit game just to parlay
If the deals trash then I part ways
Phone calls from the home town
Mayor call like I'm on dial
Been gone but I'm home now
Came to set it off, guess we on now
I told em I'm different
They thought I was kidding
Thought I was finished
We just call it redemption
Yeah, yeah
(Thought I was finished, just call this redemption)
Uh
Top of the morning
I just be yawning
Time to give 'em the Essence
Like I'm from New Orleans
These haters be stalling
These haters be drawling
Cause their shorty be falling
For the girl that be balling
I told em I'm different
They thought I was kidding
They thought I was finished
Just call this redemption
I just be winning
Like I'm winning the pennant
Counting dead prez all day and all night
'Till all of my people is living
And my momma got millions
Buy her a couple of buildings
And my brother got children
But my city be killing
Let me speed up their healing
Counting digits stack money from the floor to the ceiling
Pain stronger when you healing, call the lord when you feel it
Pour the Paul just to kill it, little more 'till you feel it
Take it all you can will it, little more don't you spill it
How come all of these women, having all these children
Why all these villains ain't the only ones killing
And why all they all got feelings, how they all be the realest
Paid the debts just to bill us, placing bets just to kill us
From LA out to Barclays
Palm trees over parfaits
Spit game just to parlay
If the deals trash then I part ways
Phone calls from the home town
Mayor call like I'm on dial
Been gone but I'm home now
Came to set it off, guess we on now
I told em I'm different
They thought I was kidding
Thought I was finished
We just call it redemption
Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Palacios, Kevin Theodore, Essence Carson
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