Sermons Lyrics

No need to question here and now where my loyalties lie

Don't even wonder what I dream, don't you peek through the blinds

I climbed up from the trench and beat the sudden demise

Enough discussion, I ain't bluffing, Ain't no limits inside

G.I. Joe claims biggest piece of the Pie I catch no shade through the sunroof

Cause I ain't listening, my star Shines bright, black diamond Really glistening

Niggas need a tech cause they foul For they whispering

Yeah, whether you love me or you Hate me I'ma still get paid

Just send a check up to the boy, I Don't need no name

I'm content in my truths, not in Need of the fame

Cause the moment you eclipse, Darkness follows from they lips

If you turn a hand down, they bash You and stand proud

Not thinking they say out loud, He Changed, he never around

He goofy and he a clown The Fakeness get too much

His flows is cold lunch, he venom In gold cuffs

Preach

How many there when I needed it

Spearheaded, plead the fifth Who Carry burdens now As I drift?

You want a family feud, neglecting My point of views

These chapters will soon conclude, We skipping the interludes

I guess you faker than them knock off J's and light apologies

You sitting plush with no shame, I'm guessing probably

You been awake for three days and Want to follow me

Out for two clicks now and shifted Policy I ain't got to stoop to Mentions when my hand

Getting raised You the slaughter For the sheep with the

Roads that you paid Even when I Turn you loose, no my goals

Don't change Can't even respect You niggas

I can't even hold respect, this is Different dialect

The OVO boy told you aim above The neck You should've took Advice, now you drowning

In regret,

Black suede loafers with the gold Brace Every time I see these Bitches, bet they tone

Change Niggas faker than fuck, Talking pooptity

Scoop The culture clap back, now You out of the

Loop It's a sermon say it proud Bitch mades trending

Down. Fifty gun salute, like I made it to the clouds

I don't do renditions in my pulpit Every word, every letter, that this Fool kick

Send a message like a suicidal door Lift, I'm getting money, baby, I pray This shit

Do last It ain't Sega, but admit, no, My dreams do

Cast shadows on every doubt, Shining on my route

I've been turning heads even when They want me dead

It's clearly travesty when Everybody mad at

Me nowadays, son, son, only one I'm really glad

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