GOING, GOING, GONE

But, the motion was very obvious Okay, okay, f*ck You wanna talk 'bout secrets This next verse will have these fakes on the defence I'm a rapper's nightmare, uh, oh your sheets wet Just like he ex when she tryna be with me next But I ain't let her take that pass on me, actually, it was after we Hashed it out, oh what a tragedy Another casualty by my wrist motion I'm talking 'bout the way I write plus how its spoken Don't you know the saying about the bear with the stick poking How you gon' criticize my music, meanwhile you on Twitter shitposting And when I say meanwhile, you ain't made shit with meaning in a while Me, I been around so I can spot the demons in the crowd My bro asked me how to tell if someone's fake stay around 'em long enough and you can see it in his smile I got heathens all around me dog And my brothers, they my brothers, they my family dog Hit me now, go I'm about to go And stay here I got to, I got to, I got to smile Glory, glory, glory Uh, talk less 'Cause time is money, if I chat with you it cost checks These boys is pawns, they really not threats Me, I turned into a king like I made it across chess boards And I really must confess lord I fucked up although I claim to be the best lord I made mistakes more often than doing right It seems like this year I can't help but hurt the people in my life Jesus Christ, I might, resort to holy rites No I'm not a christian but I'm praying for the light I know I'm in the wrong, I'm starting to think I'm not too bright I guess I ain't realize the true meaning of being tight And bluntly I wasn't gonna drop this shit so suddenly But the last joint had people thinking that they need to comfort me Its not that deep, it was just laying heavy on my chest You hear this beat? How could I ever be depressed F*ck, let it play for a bit yeah, yeah-yeah, uh, uh, uh Uh-uh, uh, uh Yeah, bring that hook back in now Uh, bring it in now, I said, I said I'm about to go Uh, And stay here I got to, I got to, I got to smile Glory, glory, glory Hol' up, let me be level with you I'm just playing I could never be level with you 'Cause I would never stoop that motherfuckin' low I had to spell it out to let these motherfuckers know Bitch I'm back on top they ask me when I'm finna drop Hit 'em by surprise to tell 'em I don't plan to stop Trace told me I should get a nicer lookin' watch motherfucker I can, uh, I can barely read a clock Analog, anyways I wouldn't know which brand to cop Might get one just to give it to my haters, make 'em call me Santa Clause Y'all try so hard at masculinity, tell these man to pause They fifteen minutes up, its time to turn they channel off Plus, every fucking vibe the same I won't explain 'cause y'all know just what I'm tryna say Mom heard me talking grown on the last track I know it made her crazy But this shit ain't no different, the kid would love to stay but baby I'm about to go Yeah, we made it here with this one And stay here Yeah, real ones know I got to, I got to, I got to smile Glory, glory, glory I'm about to go And stay here Yeah, real ones know I got to, uh, I got to, uh, I got to smile Uh, yeah, yeah-yeah, uh, and what we say Glory, glory, glory