God Talk

I'm tired My feet hurt I been dancing with the devil all night Fucking hoes, popping x-o all-night (yah, yea) Early rise hitting licks, making money come quickly Spilt it with the family Dolo I be cruising in the car with my 4-0 (yea) Sipping on some Henny Probably looking suspect cuz my hair dark and wooly (what) Skin golden Jesus I'm that nigga They won't give me the credit, but my pocket full of money (full of money) At HQ with the blank-face, ain't nothing funny (ain't nothing funny) Try to take off on me, you gone, crash dummy (stupid) Try to take off on me you gone (gone, yea) I use to love you so much Now I don't give a f*ck That hoe tripping, smack that bitch up (bitch) That bitch snitching, ima light that hoe up ah ha (ah ha, yea) I been I been sipping spirits, trying to get my soul my right (that's it, that's all) I been I been smoking up, trying to stay elevated I been up since 3 a.m, trying to get my mind right (yah) Speaking to the voices of the LOGOS About (yah) this cycle of pain, Dear Oh Lord, My God Help me, speed through these red lights Green light, all eye be seeing (yea) She say I am deep like the Cosmo I know that she comprehende zero I just tell her stay true and stay humble after God Before that Devil break you down They won't give me the credit, but my pocket full of money (money, yah) At HQ with the blank-face, ain't nothing funny