TSL4

I'm laying down with my face up I'm privileged to just wake up Within me God has put great trust Another day to create stuff Certain things you just can't rush All the time that it takes us That's just how I like steak cooked Well done on my plate bruh Blind eyes to that fake love Deaf ears to that snake bush Put the focus on God's glory That is held for me My entire story I'm laying down with my face up Privileged to just wake up Put some comas on the paystub Feels right when that day comes Sunlight when that rain's done I considered y'all day ones Gang gang nigga say something Talking wreck we just made fun Back then we was way young Ran the point on some Trae Young Even now I wanna stay young Laying down with my face up Pussy gyal I can't chase her In the kitchen I stay stuck Kiss the chef we all ate good Blind eye to that fake love Y'all gon' see me just play dumb Mental struggles dem aint fun Fighting demons y'all can't touch I of all people understand I don't even need the upper hand I don't even need my other hand I don't even need you I'm a man Put in work we using rubber bands Hopefully it's in my mother's plans Having me alive wasn't planned Keeping me alive was money spent I'm a always be the one that's praying This is bigger than a Summer jam Conversation with my other fam The non-physical's another plane I'm a always be the one that's praying Put my feet in Tijuana's sand Prayer's up for the motherland