GODS FAVORITE SONG

Bitch, Ima hide where god and the FBI can't find me My fears right behind me If I blow today this the last time you deny me Prove em wrong or let em die, it ain't no way to guide me Is he god or is he high E L I E just might be I'm tired of talking about what I'ma do Ain't going no where if you ain't making moves I stay to myself, they don't know where I'm at I'm plotting a billion, million racks Check your self, then let that shit go I'm tired of talking about all of my goals Send me a link when that shit get put up Just put in the work, what is there to discuss To short to box with God I'd rather buy glock 19 and go shoot at the sky Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, 39HO that's all I got Yeah, yeah, yeah, 39 times I prayed for this the f*ck you thought I spend it and I don't look twice, I'm only on earth for one life I'm trying to catch this high Yeah, I'm trying to get my mind right Yeah, I can hear them calling and calling How do I let them know I don't do this for no one, it's 39 lil Ho How do I let them know How do I let them know How do I let them know How do I let them know Yeah, how do I let them know what I'm about, yeah Yeah, how do I let them know I'm gon' get on, yeah Yeah, how do I let them know I let shit go Oh, don't count me out, I pray too many times I think it's time I let these bitches know I don't just put it on, I wear it till they send me envelopes I say it till they knocking down the door They never see me low, it's time I let them know Yeah, It's 39LILHO