1822 Freestyle Lyrics

Don't tell me you ain't love the Lord, I ain't down like hell is

Way that things sailed, my feelings shipped like FedEx

Really hit the limit, that's why they ain't give me credit

I done got Jesus and Jays like my name Redick

Praise be the most High, oh you ain't up on this?

Lord, we the most fly, but everybody hate Chris

Look, everybody got rizz, but are you ready for kids?

Do you pray to get rich, or do you pray when you're pissed?

That's really all that it is, talk your talk in the lockers

Conversations with God, He said no weapon shall prosper

If you built like Samson, you ain't go to no barber

Before you go to Delilahs you better go to the Father

I know that faith works but you gotta put the work in

How you get your jumper right, messin' with these serpents

Tryna get her number like, better get your money right

Better living single life than caught up in a couple lies

I know the devil workin', plottin' on the low-low

I gotta hunch, my back lookin' like Quasimodo

My dawg, I'll take those odds, I guess I'm Toto

Cause photo after photo, the enemy's scope is Roto

I feel the pressure cookin', I'm lookin' like Benihana

My life a riot, as soon as possible meets Rihanna

And I get stuck in the middle of drama on drama

You know the type between a father and a prima donna

I had to dip into cold water, they want a sauna

Ya'll want me heated, the way ya'll try to manage the product

Take me back to when rapping was for the baller

Nowadays them ballers always in court and never on 'em

Take me back to when money was cash like Dwayne Carter

That was back before Dwayne Wade and LeBron were balling

They be yappin' too much, you ain't gotta talk

Too much pride in your step, don't forget how to walk

I was young and in love with the game

If they don't love me now,

I know of some things that might never change

27 now, I put away childish things

The gloves off, did you know Gambino turned 40

This for my day ones, the real ones, my brodies

I'm ring chasin', a chip comin' like 2K

Suit ironed on like Tony Stark and Roday

Cause he who finds a wife in life finds a good thing

That's 18:22 for you newbies

Your thirty your wrist still says, "I love boobies"

Your heart says, "I love booties and nudies"

Cover up your thoughts, God still sees a foolie

So who we? we holy, like matrimony

Like Travis Kelce, I only ball with Mahomie

I move Swiftly, my reputation precedes the lovers that diss me

Them shooters like Pat Bev, they miss me