In My Head
Done sayin I'm done playin, Trust in Him is what the word sayin
Had old scars cover up the bandage The more sin causes more damage
Know some rappers who are from my city They be talkin' money, but I don't listen
I been on my grind with my God, never stop and 'I still got the Lord with me, uh, ayy
I be all up in my head, I stay in my lane Cause I don't want no copycats, Simon says
I don't be locked up like some dreads I know what they really want, they wanna see
me in a funeral Playin' cards like Yu-gy-O, whole squad like G.I
Joe So clean like we washin' clothes, uh
You wanna top me, can't stop me, God bigger than Kali
Knockout like Ali, kamikaze Don't believe in Santa, holly jolly
Don't care about the molly and the hotties And the thotties and the honeys and the money
That stuff is wack, God coming real soon, are you ready for that
I be all up in my head though, I hang with some pits, they red nose
I love hangin' with my kinfolk, this stuff ain't original
Don't put me on the pedestal, cause I don't really like that
I might snap and I'm gon' snack like a great white
Smelling blood man I'm gone attack like, I'm suppose to
My God is the realest, they know what's up He showin' up and He give us love
We don't jump rope like a double dutch Me and my homies don't go to clubs
Next verse gon' be a statement Christ real and he being patient
So patient, He is the greatest, the Goat look
Don't even know who I am, don't even know who I be
Writing records while I'm all in my room And this is the part you don't get to see
And I'm reppin' the king and I'm makin' it happen
I'm all on my knees and I'm givin' Him thanks man I'm just a rapper, they don't even know me
They look at my past, I tell'em my future I don't worship false gods in this world
You hangin' with snakes, look like Medusa Pointin' the finger, you pointin' at me
Lookin' for love, it come with the pain I'm so unashamed, you don't even see
You too blinded, stuck in your chains I used to be dead, but rest in peace
To the old things, Dre Bee about to kill his beat, you don't know me
Uh, this the part of my life that I gotta make it stand
If you a follower of Jesus Christ, then let me see you wave your hands
This wasn't my plan, still got the faith Working out man so I can finish my race
Ladies shakin', they what what, they doin' the pump-pump
They wanna get drunk, drunk, man, that's for real
They poppin' pills, Got dang it
I be all up in my head, though I hang with some pips, they red nose
I love hangin' with my kinfolk This stuff ain't original
Don't put me on the pedestal
Cause I don't really like that I might snap and I'm gon' snack
Like a great white, smelling blood man I'm gon' attack
I'm suppose to
My God is the realest, they know what's up
He showin' up and He give us love
We don't jump rope like a double dutch
Me and my homies don't go to clubs
Next verse gon' be a statement
Christ's real and He being patient
So patient, he is the greatest, the GOAT uh.
Had old scars cover up the bandage The more sin causes more damage
Know some rappers who are from my city They be talkin' money, but I don't listen
I been on my grind with my God, never stop and 'I still got the Lord with me, uh, ayy
I be all up in my head, I stay in my lane Cause I don't want no copycats, Simon says
I don't be locked up like some dreads I know what they really want, they wanna see
me in a funeral Playin' cards like Yu-gy-O, whole squad like G.I
Joe So clean like we washin' clothes, uh
You wanna top me, can't stop me, God bigger than Kali
Knockout like Ali, kamikaze Don't believe in Santa, holly jolly
Don't care about the molly and the hotties And the thotties and the honeys and the money
That stuff is wack, God coming real soon, are you ready for that
I be all up in my head though, I hang with some pits, they red nose
I love hangin' with my kinfolk, this stuff ain't original
Don't put me on the pedestal, cause I don't really like that
I might snap and I'm gon' snack like a great white
Smelling blood man I'm gone attack like, I'm suppose to
My God is the realest, they know what's up He showin' up and He give us love
We don't jump rope like a double dutch Me and my homies don't go to clubs
Next verse gon' be a statement Christ real and he being patient
So patient, He is the greatest, the Goat look
Don't even know who I am, don't even know who I be
Writing records while I'm all in my room And this is the part you don't get to see
And I'm reppin' the king and I'm makin' it happen
I'm all on my knees and I'm givin' Him thanks man I'm just a rapper, they don't even know me
They look at my past, I tell'em my future I don't worship false gods in this world
You hangin' with snakes, look like Medusa Pointin' the finger, you pointin' at me
Lookin' for love, it come with the pain I'm so unashamed, you don't even see
You too blinded, stuck in your chains I used to be dead, but rest in peace
To the old things, Dre Bee about to kill his beat, you don't know me
Uh, this the part of my life that I gotta make it stand
If you a follower of Jesus Christ, then let me see you wave your hands
This wasn't my plan, still got the faith Working out man so I can finish my race
Ladies shakin', they what what, they doin' the pump-pump
They wanna get drunk, drunk, man, that's for real
They poppin' pills, Got dang it
I be all up in my head, though I hang with some pips, they red nose
I love hangin' with my kinfolk This stuff ain't original
Don't put me on the pedestal
Cause I don't really like that I might snap and I'm gon' snack
Like a great white, smelling blood man I'm gon' attack
I'm suppose to
My God is the realest, they know what's up
He showin' up and He give us love
We don't jump rope like a double dutch
Me and my homies don't go to clubs
Next verse gon' be a statement
Christ's real and He being patient
So patient, he is the greatest, the GOAT uh.
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Writer(s): Drevatne Baldridge
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