More Faith

Yea, yea Yea Yea, yea Yea Shoutout to Wolfe Kat on the beat Yea, uhn Yea, uhn Yea, yea From the sin city where faith is hard Don't got to scratch surface just to see the scars Like a alcoholic trying to play the part I keep the art of bars in my repertoire A lot of rappers just subpar They vision gotta be sonar If you want war I'll show up in all black like I'm teammates with Derrick car Connect dots like it's Pac-Man Never get ghost I was born to win If it's my purpose ain't no such thing As God dealing me a bad hand I'm half monster and half man I been a goblin like a Tyler Stan Game over like its 4th quarter I'm Kobe Bryant with the hot hand Know it's God, music and the family Ain't going back ain't no plan B Even when they can't stand me They gone marvel at me like Stan Lee Tell them boys catch up Before I leave em all on a stretcher Everybody claim that they next up But I give em my word like a pastor Yea Tell them boys catch up Before I leave em all on a stretcher Everybody claim that they next up But I give em my word like a pastor Bless up