Revelation ft. Canaanforyah Lyrics

Jay Lingo, how da ting go

Don't condone in hate but, I receive it

(Receive it)

Don't condone in faith but, I believe it

(Believe it)

I can see the snakes and the heathens

(Sss) (I can see it)

I can see my fate when I'm dreaming (yea)

We can play it raw I gotta season (got to)

Split it down the middle call it even

When it's all said nigga, when it's all done

I can promise that I'm getting to a billion, what a feeling

Told you I was focused on the mission (huh)

Told you that I'm focused on the vision (huh)

Got it never show it my decision (nope)

Everything I say come to fruition (uh huh)

Never overstepping but, I'm overly protecting

All the blessings and successes that I'm getting

(My blessings)

They was second guessing

Now they see and they confessing to the lessons

And the message I was giving (lets go)

This a revelation, no communication

Final destination, better pick a side (uh huh)

Living in the matrix, steady getting faded

Ain't no ventilation, make it out alive

(Make it out alive)

Sinning for a payment, got it out the pavement

Really it's amazing, I don't even try (I don't)

Foul that's a flagrant, vivid animations

We was in the basement, whipping up a pie

I get in my feelings, I might crash out (crash out)

Yellow tape the scene got a man down (man down)

Had to wake em' up and, now they fanned out (fanned out)

Rappers really praying that I stand down

(Yea they praying that I)

I got big dreams and, I'm making big schemes (yee, yea)

Playing in the big league, higher than the clouds (uh, yee, yea)

Ever since sixteen, I was chasing sixteens (come on) (yee, yea)

Funny how the dimes got a feel for me now

Yea, let em' keep talking

Niggas love to gossip

Better pull your socks up

Shooters on my roster (yea)

Better get some bread, fore you dead or you locked up

Tryna get a infinite F&N's, fill the block up

Mmm mmm

They the big dogs til' we pop up (til we pop up)

Like I been dripping in lyrics

The world it just started hearing

So when I step to the mic

I make sure I spit shit clearly

I been jogging on niggas, but they still nowhere near me

Nah, pushing this Acura like a new Lamborghini

I tried to chill off of Wendy's

But now I'm fucking on Wendy (now I'm fucking on Wendy)

It's pretty hard to offend me, I'm tryna get me a billi

She want the truth but, if I tell her

She gone probably unfriend me

Like Canaan, tell me how the hell you do that

How you pull these bitches in a durag

I put on these shade, all I see is blue racks

I fucked your bitch, ain't mean to do that

Here go yo lil boo back

Gaddamn, gaddamn (gaddamn, gaddamn)

Who that nigga, I'm him (him)

Blow a bag then I run it up again

Better hold up yo end, while yo mans in the pen (pen, yea)

Boy this shit ain't no pretend

If you miss spin again

Lotta these niggas ain't pushing no pressure

Hit the gym

AP half a ticket, I'ma need a quarter mil (gym, yea yea)

Lemme be foreal

They don't sign me

Watch me run this bag up without a deal

Yea, yea, yea

This a revelation, no communication (yea, yea)

Final destination, better pick a side (uh huh)

Living in the matrix, steady getting faded

Ain't no ventilation, make it out alive

(Make it out alive)

Sinning for a payment, got it out the pavement

Really it's amazing, I don't even try (I don't)

Foul that's a flagrant, vivid animations

We was in the basement, whipping up a pie

I get in my feelings, I might crash out (crash out)

Yellow tape the scene got a man down (man down)

Had to wake em' up and, now they fanned out (fanned out)

Rappers really praying that I stand down

(Yea they praying that I)

I got big dreams and, I'm making big schemes

Playing in the big league, higher than the clouds

Ever since sixteen, I was chasing sixteens

Funny how the dimes got a feel for me now