LIGHT OF GRACE

Do the most for clout you showin' signs of sickness Not a fan of the talking, I'd rather cut to business If you do me wrong, know I don't do forgiveness Told 'em better save that begging for tryna get bitches Yall ain't lords, you could never see the light of grace Draw yall swords, but you ain't ready for the final phase My neck sore, I carry pounds of diamond tidal waves Dawn this ice, like bitch I told you we'd see brighter days Seen it happen in my dreams Ever since I was fourteen Knew no matter what I'd still be killin' shit with my team Drowning in some pussy, needa take a breath Gang in here, no stage is safe We the Lords of Death It's Kush coating my exhale Birds chirping like Nextail Blue bills no Cantrell Can't come back if you been here Fangs all on my arm She in love with my charm Heartthrob baby, I could take her and her moms Sleep with a 30 in reach, I'm never gon lack and that's on me All that lil talk cheap, say he gon crash then hmm we'll see Cop so much from the plug bet he gon tell me next one free Coupe Snow White but this lil ride ain't come with pumpkin seeds Nuke every time I release Flip a lil cross on my jeans Chase the racks so hard, it's like some tits got me infatuated Desert in your stats I guess your lil wave got evaporated Nun 'bout this exaggerated I got niggas mad I made it I don't smoke no mid, that be yall shit I ain't tryna go viral, I be off it Nobody poppin' they shit like I If he try me then that pussy gon die Bullets got wings and I'm lettin' 'em fly Rollin' up bitch I aim better when high Pop when I drop and get better with time God amongst men I been showin' the signs Every word I ever spoke is divine Ain't no one else on the throne this shit mine He wanna run his mouth I'll make that boy talk through a Ouija Hard to find the time to rest but killin' this shit easy pussy Do the most for clout you showin' signs of sickness Not a fan of the talking, I'd rather cut to business If you do me wrong, know I don't do forgiveness Told 'em better save that begging for tryna get bitches Yall ain't lords, you could never see the light of grace Draw yall swords, but you ain't ready for the final phase My neck sore, I carry pounds of diamond tidal waves Dawn this ice, like bitch I told you we'd see brighter days U-U-U-Ultra