From the recording Fight Music The Mixtape
Lyrics
Instrumental Produced By Kevin McCall
It smelling bad round here, that’s me chunking up dem deuces
Fight Music, something you ain used to
Me, I never need a gimmick
Be myself in these rhymes, sit back watch you mimic
Thirsting for his blood, that makes me anemic
Jesus pick me up, I spread the pandemic
Yeah boy I got that act right, act like you don’t know me
This truth I’m spitting prone to leave you holy
For the record, I’m go wreck, make some noise watch me dead it
So Christian with my cocky self
Holy Father, Holy Father, yeah I need your help
I’m out here running laps they treat me like Micheal Phelps
My God don’t swim, water He be walking on it
Like boy my fro too nice, don’t wanna get no water on it
Bought and purchased at the cross, you put an order on it
My pizza cheese, extra sauce, I want a lot up on it
Give me a house with a garage a parking lot up on it
Boy…Speak that thang into existence
My old life, I never missed it
Ok I lied, I’m reminiscing
But my past is my past, you won’t catch me living with it
I love my new life, chunking my deuces up today [deuces]
I’m moving on to something better, better, better, you know I’m bout to put in work
So you know I had to say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to hurt
So you know I had to say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to hurt