Child ooo ooo Lyrics

I stepped in the booth wit a noose

Intention to hang em for robbery

Instead I'm gone let the Lord loose

Clap back is no longer a hobby

I tried to make peace but they sloppy

Still working that foolish and folly

So I just start healing my soul

And upped all my levels Bugatti

I came from a Whitney and Bobby

And went to a grace I embodied

The Lord sent The logos and got me

So I won't turn into Gustave -e

Don't know who they play with its Not me

Its not that I'm bougie or cocky

Releasing the kingdom inside me

When I tell em copy they copy

I come from a long line of Nabi

Prophetic precision embodies

Authentic its too hard to copy

With coffee just watching Hitachi

And no I'm not talking Kabachi

At war like they are in Karachi

I'm more like your favorite Fulani

Apostle let's get to the money

Consuming the logos its cauchy

So I won't get lost in hayashi

Cuz serving them devil's is Bani

Apostle let's get to the money

That's when they start acting all funny

I know my worth you cannot con me

I know my worth you cannot run me

We wrestling a Anasazi