dear god Lyrics

Dear God, I've been misbehaving

My life's becoming fast

This city ain't no joke, I often think I won't come back

And every day I'm waiting

For something in the past

To sneak up from the past and kill the dream that I amassed

And nothing's happened, I'm just paranoid that I've been slacking

Cuz I've been rapping, I'm avoiding social interaction

Mental snapping made a difference like this is subtraction

When I'm napping slay the demons, put them in their caskets

Y'all can just admit it that you're in it for the money

All you really want is record deals, the artistry is nothing

You were prolly in the studio with all your homies acting funny

And they passed the mic to you while thinking you could spit something

But you can't

That is why I'm still on this rant

Because I put my trust in God with all these clowns in my path

And when the lyrics staying clean, that's when they're claiming they're mad

But I prepared for all the hate cuz I saw this in advance

Now the scope is focused in on what's projected in the future

Graduating famous while you're tryna find a tutor (hah)

Go on typing comments, I don't listen to the rumors

Cuz you're boosting my engagement that's infectious like a tumor

Like, why you got a problem with me, nothing is deep

When I go to talk on the beat, prop up my feet

Wanna be a copy of me, you're not in my league

They don't wanna try what I tease, it's loss and defeat

Dear God, I've been misbehaving

My life's becoming fast

The city ain't no joke, I often think I won't come back

And every day I'm waiting

For something in the past

To sneak up from the past and kill the dream that I amassed

And nothing's happened, I'm just paranoid that I've been slacking

Cuz I've been rapping, I'm avoiding social interaction

Mental snapping made a difference like this is subtraction

When I'm napping slay the demons, put them in their caskets

Time to be specific

Every artist has an image

So when I don't match the gimmick

Everybody thinks I'm finished

But I'm shouting back "good riddance"

Put me in the game, no scrimmage

They don't wanna see me livid

Only wanna see me timid

Back in high school, all my friends were asking "why you wanna rap"

"When you go to college, are you gonna still promote that crap"

"You will study medicine, so where's the time to hit the studio"

"If your head is in the books, then how the hell will you improve"

"Plus we went to Unionville, and we were raised with higher stakes"

"Won't you get exposed for all that talking tough and acting fake"

"I don't understand, like where'd this come from anyway"

"Nowadays you're quiet, so I guess you have a lot to say"

That's the truth, I pour out my mental when I'm in the booth

But I keep it real, so there's no need to hide what you call proof

I've got family who love me, but support from very few

So I'm working hard to stick out like a headline on the news

That's my point tho

People don't respect me cuz I'm white tho

People don't respect me cuz I'm making this a life goal

If I was to die by driving straight into a light-pole

They would praise the effort as my music runs its cycle

So I go to the cross (uh)

Cuz God is the only entity that won't judge on the fly

And no matter the cost (uh)

I'll keep the image authentic, and eliminate lies

Dear God, I've been misbehaving

My life's becoming fast

The city ain't no joke, I often think I won't come back

And every day I'm waiting

For something in the past

To sneak up from the past and kill the dream that I amassed

And nothing's happened, I'm just paranoid that I've been slacking

Cuz I've been rapping, I'm avoiding social interaction

Mental snapping made a difference like this is subtraction

When I'm napping slay the demons, put them in their caskets