Gifted
Sometimes the truth is hard to accept
I do my dirt by lonely
With the lord as my witness
You would think it's Christmas time
By the way that I'm gifted
They can tell how I'm writing
That it's already scripted
And it's nothing you can do bout it
Needed one and half
And still I made two out it
They ain't have a clue bout it
They was lagging
Way back when
I was spilling ink on paper
With real passion
Honestly I think it's sad when
We don't recognize
Propaganda right in our face
When it gets televised
Disrespect all in my space
I leave them mesmerized
They done let me in
Ain't no way I'm going back
Distractions will turn you around
Just like a cul-de-sac
But I need more than that
You niggas been out of pocket
Just like a quarterback
What up ten
These niggas know what time it is
Slow pokes need to catch up
Just like a condiment
I don't need their compliments
If it ain't about no dollars and cents
I'm not interested
I think that's common sense
I just hopped the fence
And landed on both feet
I'm getting introduced to people
Claiming they know me
He still a little nigga
But they call him an OG
They said he wouldn't make it
He just told them we gone see
My fee going up daily
I done put in the work
You niggas gone have to pay me
Academy award winning actor
Only way that you can play me
Prayer and god's grace
Only thing that can save me
What I been coming up with lately
It got me feeling God like
Make sure the time right
And the vibe right
I got my mind right
I'm moving different
You would think it's Christmas time
By the way that I'm gifted
I do my dirt by lonely
With the lord as my witness
You would think it's Christmas time
By the way that I'm gifted
They can tell how I'm writing
That it's already scripted
And it's nothing you can do bout it
Needed one and half
And still I made two out it
They ain't have a clue bout it
They was lagging
Way back when
I was spilling ink on paper
With real passion
Honestly I think it's sad when
We don't recognize
Propaganda right in our face
When it gets televised
Disrespect all in my space
I leave them mesmerized
They done let me in
Ain't no way I'm going back
Distractions will turn you around
Just like a cul-de-sac
But I need more than that
You niggas been out of pocket
Just like a quarterback
What up ten
These niggas know what time it is
Slow pokes need to catch up
Just like a condiment
I don't need their compliments
If it ain't about no dollars and cents
I'm not interested
I think that's common sense
I just hopped the fence
And landed on both feet
I'm getting introduced to people
Claiming they know me
He still a little nigga
But they call him an OG
They said he wouldn't make it
He just told them we gone see
My fee going up daily
I done put in the work
You niggas gone have to pay me
Academy award winning actor
Only way that you can play me
Prayer and god's grace
Only thing that can save me
What I been coming up with lately
It got me feeling God like
Make sure the time right
And the vibe right
I got my mind right
I'm moving different
You would think it's Christmas time
By the way that I'm gifted
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Williams
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