Bizerk
I go to work, he had the work, homie was goin' bizerk
I ain't no fighter but all of my dawgs gon' be down to scrap after church
Tryin' to tell him that's not how it works, these things only gonna get worse
Puttin' my flesh in the dirt, just like it say on the merch
I go to work, he had the work, homie was goin' bizerk
I ain't no fighter but all of my dawgs gon' be down to scrap after church
Tryin' to tell him that's not how it works, these things only gonna get worse
Puttin' my flesh in the dirt, just like it say on the merch
Invoice, invoice, invoice, I got the change in my pocket
It don't matter the money I make, that won't change the prophet
Lip zip, they gotta lock it, throw away keys in the tropics
Sittin' at work tryna pray and stop this agin' process
I never been a trending topic, I ain't never been one of the hottest
I like to spread out all the opps, after I choose from all the options
Hopin' I get no stain on me, pages ripped, that thang on me
Tryin' to pray for favor, grace, and change on me
Big bro said I was built for this, big god said he got killed for this
Oh Lord, he paid it all for me, don't gotta wonder who bill this is
Money on tables, flippin' the tables, turnin' the tables, I wasn't Abel
He wasn't Cain, but it's still gang, we doin' our thing
Crody a crip, that's what he say, I'm covered in blood, he washin' away
Everything, gotta put that on everything, settlin' things
No weapon is formin', Wop in my ears right before recordin
If you ain't here, you won't ever get it, God got it for us, I gotta get it
I need your love to wash over my skin
I need your rain to pour over again
I need your love to wash over my skin
My skin, my skin, oh
I go to work, he had the work, homie was goin' bizerk
I ain't no fighter, but all of my dawgs gon' be down to scrap after church
Tryin' to tell him that's not how it works, these things only gonna get worse
Puttin' my flesh in the dirt, just like it say on the merch
I go to work, he had the work, homie was goin' bizerk
I ain't no fighter, but all of my dawgs gon' be down to scrap after church
Tryin' to tell him that's not how it works, these things only gonna get worse
Puttin' my flesh in the dirt, just like it say on the merch
I ain't no fighter, but all my dawgs gon' be down
I ain't no fighter, but all my dawgs gon' be down
I ain't no fighter, but all my dawgs gon' be down
I ain't no fighter, but all my dawgs
I ain't no fighter but all of my dawgs gon' be down to scrap after church
Tryin' to tell him that's not how it works, these things only gonna get worse
Puttin' my flesh in the dirt, just like it say on the merch
I go to work, he had the work, homie was goin' bizerk
I ain't no fighter but all of my dawgs gon' be down to scrap after church
Tryin' to tell him that's not how it works, these things only gonna get worse
Puttin' my flesh in the dirt, just like it say on the merch
Invoice, invoice, invoice, I got the change in my pocket
It don't matter the money I make, that won't change the prophet
Lip zip, they gotta lock it, throw away keys in the tropics
Sittin' at work tryna pray and stop this agin' process
I never been a trending topic, I ain't never been one of the hottest
I like to spread out all the opps, after I choose from all the options
Hopin' I get no stain on me, pages ripped, that thang on me
Tryin' to pray for favor, grace, and change on me
Big bro said I was built for this, big god said he got killed for this
Oh Lord, he paid it all for me, don't gotta wonder who bill this is
Money on tables, flippin' the tables, turnin' the tables, I wasn't Abel
He wasn't Cain, but it's still gang, we doin' our thing
Crody a crip, that's what he say, I'm covered in blood, he washin' away
Everything, gotta put that on everything, settlin' things
No weapon is formin', Wop in my ears right before recordin
If you ain't here, you won't ever get it, God got it for us, I gotta get it
I need your love to wash over my skin
I need your rain to pour over again
I need your love to wash over my skin
My skin, my skin, oh
I go to work, he had the work, homie was goin' bizerk
I ain't no fighter, but all of my dawgs gon' be down to scrap after church
Tryin' to tell him that's not how it works, these things only gonna get worse
Puttin' my flesh in the dirt, just like it say on the merch
I go to work, he had the work, homie was goin' bizerk
I ain't no fighter, but all of my dawgs gon' be down to scrap after church
Tryin' to tell him that's not how it works, these things only gonna get worse
Puttin' my flesh in the dirt, just like it say on the merch
I ain't no fighter, but all my dawgs gon' be down
I ain't no fighter, but all my dawgs gon' be down
I ain't no fighter, but all my dawgs gon' be down
I ain't no fighter, but all my dawgs
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Ortiz, Iii
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