Say what
Boy, I'm from that 98
Fuck if you be trying to hate
Oh, Lord, I
Got no time to pray
Can't hang on to blinded fate
Busy really counting cake, Andale
Little city don't want to see you win
Won't hesitate to really bleed you quick
Can't drown up in my failures, hey, I
Feed off on that energy
Delete all my enemies
Won't end down about 7 feet
Oh, life just be testing me
Oh, God you be blessing me
Walk through hell, & back, remember that
This shit just be meant for me