Don't Call Me Harry

Them mans call me Harry But I don't do magic Demons release from soul Things got way to tragic And I made some goals I'm trying to reach before the casket Prayed some prayers God hooped it just like the basket Just like the basket Not wasting my time I'm grinding now Soul rising now Yahweh took me to higher ground Soul higher now Took me to Higher ground Im better now I'm better now Don't run up You can Get done up Just cause I'm Christian Don't mean I'm a sucker Grew in the south Raised off weezy and stunner Mans no no better Had fake minks in the summer Golds and things Fake gold and rings The fakes still bling Son born in the 11th month Seen stranger things Mans calling me Harry Doing magic for the come up But don't call me Harry