Apocalypse!
Uh, and it's just different shit
I'll be indifferent to the pain 'til the end of it
These niggas throwing shade up on my name just for the hell of it
Well turn this song to the tone on your phone like some Saturn shit
Well keep it ringing for a second though
I'd put a ring up on your finger for a second go
A closed door, I lie more when Henny pours
Chipped shoulder, better future like Betty Moore
Yeah, well they hate seeing a nigga succeed
I pick 'em out I'm seeing weeds in the Garden of Eve
I wish that opportunity presented obviously
I'm stuck searching how to move my pops out poverty
But like I said I've had a generous life
I prophesized some different lines but I can't lie this shit nice
Fuck it
Yeah, I'll say this shit with my chest
I got a target on they head and my hands right on they neck
Mm, yeah
I'm going eye for an eye with the cops
That ripped me out my car asked me you drinking or not
Knock on my window sayin how many weapons you got
Check in the glovebox sir I'm not sure I forgot
Yeah, well only one judge matter don't it
I made a deal with the lord for my atonement
The same nigga who was afraid of the name in the past
He say it proud when receiving the grace of His hand
The Lord has been good to me
I could sit here and complain
But I wouldn't change the way any of this shit went
Bedhead Bobby
I'll be indifferent to the pain 'til the end of it
These niggas throwing shade up on my name just for the hell of it
Well turn this song to the tone on your phone like some Saturn shit
Well keep it ringing for a second though
I'd put a ring up on your finger for a second go
A closed door, I lie more when Henny pours
Chipped shoulder, better future like Betty Moore
Yeah, well they hate seeing a nigga succeed
I pick 'em out I'm seeing weeds in the Garden of Eve
I wish that opportunity presented obviously
I'm stuck searching how to move my pops out poverty
But like I said I've had a generous life
I prophesized some different lines but I can't lie this shit nice
Fuck it
Yeah, I'll say this shit with my chest
I got a target on they head and my hands right on they neck
Mm, yeah
I'm going eye for an eye with the cops
That ripped me out my car asked me you drinking or not
Knock on my window sayin how many weapons you got
Check in the glovebox sir I'm not sure I forgot
Yeah, well only one judge matter don't it
I made a deal with the lord for my atonement
The same nigga who was afraid of the name in the past
He say it proud when receiving the grace of His hand
The Lord has been good to me
I could sit here and complain
But I wouldn't change the way any of this shit went
Bedhead Bobby
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Kearns, John Michel Szulinski
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