LFTFF Testo

Father God, right now I wanna thank you for the ability to rhyme, the ability to move, the ability to think right, the ability to slow, the ability to speed up, the ability to be in pocket, the ability to swag on these niggas. Swag like they could never do, swag like never been done before, nigga. Father God, so I...

Wake up every morning, count my blessings from my master
Raise and sip my Jack and pop a xan' before I even wash my face
These niggas out here starving, fakin' for a sweat, but they conscious stank
Just think, we took you for a real
And from the jump, my nigga, momma's stake
Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off
Tell a hoe to hush, I need silence with my bitch, cold
Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it, N-O Fuck a close-up nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off

Life gave me lemons, so I made lemonade
All organic y'all shit Minute Maid
Life took damage, I went anyway
Orbit my dick, y'all just in the way
See one block, now I want plenty space
Can't stop now, I been, did the race
Blowing off fumes now, room leaving a lace
Spent weekends where second ain't finish state
Spent my third rap stuck on the interface
Roll my three-fiths and a zip of haze
Smoke dope with the bros out in Tennessee
Come with fucks here, bitch, get away
Come for the spaceship, that's my getaway
I can't never fall, you can get a raise
Niggas hate, leave them all with a shitty face
I pray my name leave bitter taste
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Wake up every morning, count my blessings from my master
Raise and sip my Jack and pop a xan' before I even wash my face
You niggas' spirits starving, give a fuck whether your conscious stank
Just think, we took you for a real
And from the jump, my nigga, momma's stake
Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off
Tell a hoe to hush, I need silence with my bitch, cold
Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it, N-O
Fuck a close-up nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off

I put my soul and this is where I existed, my own dimension
No skateboard, my grind on the tens and I feel way more than I want to mention
Stay lab locked, perfect my invention
While they do hoes and shit for attention
When I transform, the shit come with wisdom
I'll turn that beef you want into ribbons
What you think ain't shit with a pen
Till the salt all on your face when I this, huh
Give two fucks about what's it up to
I feed that shit to my bitch, uh
Speakin' up, are they speakin' tall to my ear?
The top of my zipper
Tryna write a good conversation, damn, let me finish my sentence

Wake up every morning, count my blessings from my master
Raise and sip my Jack and pop a xan' before I even wash my face
You niggas' spirits starving, give a fuck whether your conscious stank
Just think, we took you for a real
And from the jump, my nigga, momma's stake
Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off
Tell a hoe to hush, I need silence with my bitch, cold
Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it, N-O
Fuck a close-up nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off