Talking To GOD Lyrics

Cross my heart until I die

Already dead inside

Manipulation tactics

An addict trying to romanticize

Reminiscing in linens you look up

It was wintertime

Dangling my chain in your face

Like bait

Plenty fishes in the sea

Not enough on my plate

And fuck my birthday

Lighting up my own cake

And it taste like honey woods

Getting high for your sake

Or I might go Hollywood

Cause a scene one take

Emotions get the best of me

Tired of bitches texting me

They stressing me

God keep on testing me

Said it's part of the legacy

But you keep on cooking me

Is that part of the recipe

Is my mind just fooling me

Thought my rhymes was heavenly

Or is the devil ruling me

Sabotaging my destiny

Possessing my mentality

And shifting my reality

Sneaking into my gallery

This imagery killing me

Why god can I just be free

Tell me what you want

Man I need to hit the lottery

What so you can flaunt

God I thought that you was proud of me

Your demons still haunt you

The fuck do you want me to do

I'm battling every day

Killing shadows

A Frito lay on my shoulder

God I'm working harder than niggas

And I'm bolder

Still under the line

They italic

It's a sign

Don't wanna turn acrobatic

Flipping on the corner

God I thought I was your soldier

Maybe when I'm older

Turn a penny to a quarter

God judging me

I need a lawyer

Bitches bugging me

I thought I told her

Everything irritating

My pen and pad levitating

My mental has forsaken

Instrumentals I'm clearly skating

you see me I'm higher rating

Just feed me I'm tired of waiting

Tired of baiting

Running out of patience

Cross my heart until I die

Already dead inside

Manipulation tactics

An addict trying to romanticize

Reminiscing in linens you look up

It was wintertime

Dangling my chain in your face

Like bait

Plenty fishes in the sea

Not enough on my plate

And fuck my birthday

Lighting up my own cake

And it taste like honey woods

Getting high for your sake

Or I might go Hollywood

Cause a scene one take

One take one shot no makes

No God

You getting technical

Christ sake

Too hard

I'm getting skeptical

I'm skipping the identical methods

See they unethical reckless

They all symmetrical jealous

Now the fellas turn to killers

And the bitches turn to stealers

And the angels in the red zone

Praying for the dealers

Getting threatened on their way home

On a one way

Wrong turn

Are my prayers being heard

Son

You're not the only one

I'm hearing all of the prayers

While you staring at the sun

While you looking at the sky

Divine time is filling in your eye

Where your soul still reside

I see what's happening

Your gift needs unwrappening

It's more than rapping

And packing your pockets and jackets

The devil attacking wicked

Kings carry the magic

You charismatic

Save all the problematic addicts

Cross my heart until I die

Already dead inside

Manipulation tactics

An addict trying to romanticize

Reminiscing in linens you look up

It was wintertime

Dangling my chain in your face

Like bait

Plenty fishes in the sea

Not enough on my plate

And fuck my birthday

Lighting up my own cake

And it taste like honey woods

Getting high for your sake

Or I might go Hollywood

Cause a scene one take