Ghetto Gospel

Yeah
This ghetto gospel be the realist shit I ever wrote
Im the apostle got the shit that you could anecdote
My style is mean my style is clean my style a can of dope
You try to steal it hang yourself I'll give your man the rope
I been on my shit from the end of fall to the winter
Start of the cold to the twenty fourth of December
Christmas I'm off forward all the calls to my center
Then January first I get right back to my dinner
I might snack on beginners I'm thinking who I'll attend to
Course they feel offended these rappers is on the menu they soft
See I been labeled a boss must've forgotten love
Im running things like the owner down at the cotton club
Im counting dubbs with a powdered glove when I do my thing
If I pay it forward its coming back like a boomerang
She staying for it she running back she want you to bang
Plus she heard the way you be fucking broads out their uterine
I could show em my tactics with a flow thats like magic
Any song that I get on these niggas know it's a classic
I got the keys to reach all the streets and masses
Get in the industry then give all my peoples that access
Give em freedom with taxes
Teach em bout them slow gains
How to be a farmer with money teach em to grow change
I let em see how my currency come with no strain
And how concurrently im the biggest God in my domain
They said that I inspire looks
And with the way I'm getting money
They tell me that I should write a book
I say my bars with the latest slang then I write a hook
My shit is hard I be penning flames you would try to jux
I was blessed with this gods gift but yall gon call it talent
I feel it in my bones im the realist one on this planet
I looked around this world planted my feet and then I ran it
I had to use the beats to make the people understand it

Muah swear to God I'm a flip
I swear to God I'm a fuck around and get rich
I swear to God I'm a always work on my niche
Always conquer my goals and put all my opps in a ditch
Always stay on my pivot and always stay on my grind
If I see it I like it I always get it in time
Get the doe and the green this is all I see in my mind
I'm on the road to the cream and u know I'm leading the line yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Basil Osabu
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