1822 Freestyle

Don't tell me you ain't love the Lord, I ain't down like hell is
Way that things sailed, my feelings shipped like FedEx
Really hit the limit, that's why they ain't give me credit
I done got Jesus and Jays like my name Redick
Praise be the most High, oh you ain't up on this?
Lord, we the most fly, but everybody hate Chris
Look, everybody got rizz, but are you ready for kids?
Do you pray to get rich, or do you pray when you're pissed?
That's really all that it is, talk your talk in the lockers
Conversations with God, He said no weapon shall prosper
If you built like Samson, you ain't go to no barber
Before you go to Delilahs you better go to the Father
I know that faith works but you gotta put the work in
How you get your jumper right, messin' with these serpents
Tryna get her number like, better get your money right
Better living single life than caught up in a couple lies

I know the devil workin', plottin' on the low-low
I gotta hunch, my back lookin' like Quasimodo
My dawg, I'll take those odds, I guess I'm Toto
Cause photo after photo, the enemy's scope is Roto
I feel the pressure cookin', I'm lookin' like Benihana
My life a riot, as soon as possible meets Rihanna
And I get stuck in the middle of drama on drama
You know the type between a father and a prima donna
I had to dip into cold water, they want a sauna
Ya'll want me heated, the way ya'll try to manage the product
Take me back to when rapping was for the baller
Nowadays them ballers always in court and never on 'em
Take me back to when money was cash like Dwayne Carter
That was back before Dwayne Wade and LeBron were balling
They be yappin' too much, you ain't gotta talk
Too much pride in your step, don't forget how to walk

I was young and in love with the game
If they don't love me now,
I know of some things that might never change
27 now, I put away childish things
The gloves off, did you know Gambino turned 40
This for my day ones, the real ones, my brodies
I'm ring chasin', a chip comin' like 2K
Suit ironed on like Tony Stark and Roday
Cause he who finds a wife in life finds a good thing
That's 18:22 for you newbies
Your thirty your wrist still says, "I love boobies"
Your heart says, "I love booties and nudies"
Cover up your thoughts, God still sees a foolie
So who we? we holy, like matrimony
Like Travis Kelce, I only ball with Mahomie
I move Swiftly, my reputation precedes the lovers that diss me
Them shooters like Pat Bev, they miss me