Mistaken Identity

Can I be caught up in his chains, that's a Cuban

I don't need no fame, they'll do anything to play

I'm not blinded by the smoke, that's that cannabis

A lot of these brothers turned their backs on my anointing

Now they wanna eat up like it's edibles If you didn't put that shovel to the dirt

You cannot eat, you did not work, that's period

Never seen the righteous forsaken, just like Daniel

Refusing the king's plate, I am not taking You can put what you like on the media

Holy Spirit tells me if it's real or not Humble to the core that's required on this

Journey, bruh Narrow road, I got no time for no flip-flopsaround me