Hook:
I think we got a problem
them haters bout to make me snap
Im fading all them
them haters bout to bring me back
back up off me don’t make me snap
back up off me don’t make me snap
back up off me don’t make me snap
Aww naw they bout to hear me snap!
Verse 1 (Sincere):
Whomsoever wills let them deal with me
we got a multitude of enemies thats clear to see
we be that problem they can’t solve
wilder-beast
Somebody turn up the alarm if you been sleep on E
Alright I do this for my kin folk
Christy Neicee nymphos
that claim that life but they don’t really know what they are in for
My $20 deacons who always looking for singles
We aint judging homie
you who we where sent for
we been chilling in the shadows
not the heroes they asked for but
desperate situations call for desperate ammo
so who they think they dealing with
He is my ventriloquist
and I am just his dummy
i don’t even know why Im so into this y’all
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Verse 2 (Christy Love):
Why I feel like everybody got a problem tho
like sin city got them falling like dominos
I think I really want to slap them with the Holy Ghost
like adios to your whack life, vaminos, yo
I swerve when they acting up
I just hit em with the flex when they acting tough
when I hit em with the Word they be backing up
cause Im flying like an eagle and they quacking ducks
huh?
You wanna speculate
and point fingers when I make mistakes
I snap back like stop the hate
cause we all go to hell without amazing grace
a lot of y’all flip flop
but I aint got time for the trip hop
they say we saved so we can’t do hip hop
but if you hating on me team you can kick rocks cause
my God too cold for that
and Im trying to go hard no holding back
they say we whack for this gospel rap but
we running circles like culdasacs
they second guessing
they keep sweating
we just keep getting better
forming arrows
forming weapons but my God is forever
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Verse 3 (Jeremaya):
Why is everybody dope boys
they say they fly like G4s
role models we need more
cause the hood got some detours
they talk all that madness
playing games John Madden
no hope bring sadness
dead weight toe tag it
the future don’t look bright
when the crime look right
playing balls with strikes
gotta fight the good fight
win life
throw jabs
move towards the right path
even if it don’t bring math
the root of evil is easy cash
let me tell the truth
telling you to shoot
riding for the group
but still slave like roots
lets go against the grain
be the kid Purple Rain
ask God take the pain
you free
drop the Chains
Verse 4 (Lauren Amadi):
Something about the screeching sound of fingernails on chalkboards
something about the teaching from a pastor faking for the Lord
something about you reaching out to hookers hoping for a score
something about you leaching on to me I don’t love you no more
raping stages
wanting wages
scratching your performance itch
Pitch a fuss
you quick to ditch us
cuss us out cause you not rich
I am sick
sick with all the burdens of the foolishness
so Im go tick you off and take you back to rudiments
can’t stand the smell of swine
I think all flashy boys are grimy
take your hands off of me
Ill go Joe Jackson on that hinny
Now girls wanna be lawyers
parents looking pleased
did we reach em?
Na, Olivia Pope
American Dream side peice.
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