Running From Satan (feat. AG the Wrighter)

Oh you thought I was playing this shit ain't a game Heard you were talking and said I done changed F*ck what you're saying We're not the same I'm on the road, you're not in my lane Stay on my job, you know what it's for Prayed for a little, then I got more Love when they hate, I can't ignore Know that I'm straight as long as I can record Fighting these demons, you gotta believe it I trust my brother, no Cane and Abel Time will tell, you hear the bells I'm sprinting through hell with all of my angels Satan behind tryna find me Angel beside me, God will guide me This is the way, the devils a joke I laugh in his face I'm taking my soul to a heavenly place Whatever it takes, I fully embrace It's all about timing, I gotta pace I'm not in a rush, but I won't be late I always learn something from every mistake Just know that I pray that you do the same Now open the gates cuz I'm on the way Hopped in the Chevy, I know that she ready, she want to get me I told her to wait Try to be patient, I'm running from Satan, I'm gettin this money There's more on the way Double up, turn 4 to an 8 F*ck is you on, I'm feeling great Grateful for all, praises to God Don't tell me to stop I'm not pushing brakes Hopped in the Chevy, I know that she ready, she want to get me I told her to wait Try to be patient, I'm running from Satan, I'm gettin this money There's more on the way Double up, turn 4 to an 8 F*ck is you on, I'm feeling great Grateful for all, praises to God Don't tell me to stop I'm not pushing brakes I'm running from Satan Breaking his ankles We not at practice so what are we saying Put some respect on me, you know I'm the man Getting that paper like I got a plan I'm never playing but I'm in the stands I'm hype as a biscuit on top of some jam You asking bout me, you know who I am I'm out of touch like I cut off my hands I'm fittna snap when I cut off this band No cap, where the f*ck is my head No naps, I get money instead Lose rap like you cover the bed You trap and your money got legs Funny guy, what the f*ck is you saying Think you fly, why the f*ck did you land Why lie, you should try and take a stand Niggas cap like they studied in med This track got me running ahead Looking back there was nothing I had A couple paths that I couldn't surpass So many levels, who the f*ck got a ladder Imma get it so it don't even matter Pandemic or a natural disaster No limits like I'm Silk or the Master Hopped in the Chevy, I know that she ready, she want to get me I told her to wait Try to be patient, I'm running from Satan, I'm gettin this money There's more on the way Double up, turn 4 to an 8 F*ck is you on, I'm feeling great Grateful for all, praises to God Don't tell me to stop I'm not pushing brakes Hopped in the Chevy, I know that she ready, she want to get me I told her to wait Try to be patient, I'm running from Satan, I'm gettin this money There's more on the way Double up, turn 4 to an 8 F*ck is you on, I'm feeling great Grateful for all, praises to God Don't tell me to stop I'm not pushing brakes