Lyrics

Guide me through the storm Guide me through the storm Ooh Ooh, yeah, o-oh-ooh Niggas praying on my downfall, I heard Jesus saves Whole squad full of hitters like we on the Jays Speaking Spanish with my money, need it andale Rocking every chain like we never freed the slaves You niggas keto with your bread, I heard it's on delay I'm spitting truths, hope you never feel a kind of way At the highest of my arc, you know I've been the wave I split naan with my disciples, we all getting paid Been busy night to night, you can see it in the gaze Just don't be blinded by the fame, it's all a cloudy haze Just keep on stacking, keep on counting up your Frito-Lays Evil spirits all around me, got me burning sage I'm the blueprint, everybody trying to take a page Haven't even seen my peak and yet I'm still amazed Strippers watch my paper fold like I'm hiding grades I ain't hopping on my Xbox, I ain't playing games Rock an Apple Watch and still I always pull up late I guess it's 'bout that time I bring about my evil ways I earned my stripes rocking sneakers that Adidas made I've been feeling like a starter, music's getting plays No need for sleep when life's a dream in all your waking days Still waiting on my flowers like I got an empty vase So busy watering these plants, my pot's been feeling drained Heard that nigga's music tanking like he wear berets I'm getting older, staying sharp just like a bayonet Almost 23, and still can't feel the fadeaway I'll say it louder for you niggas like it's hearing aids You niggas double back and fold, just like the Queen of Spades Harvey Dent in all you niggas, I can't move afraid Bridges burned, bridges laid, bridges that I made Niggas beg to join the team like they need a trade Can't bridge the gap between us nigga, I ain't Humber Bay Shit ain't tight with us like it's been time to change the braid Your people self-implode like they're holding live grenades Showing signs of falling off, we don't do charades Faking streams to save the way your music's been portrayed Treat my tracks just like my steak, the grade is triple A A different pedigree, been feeling like I'm Triple H Always meant to be the one to climb up out the cage My life is on a different page, I'm on a different stage The rookie feeling like a vet, and I ain't even age VloneOmie's here forever, I'm the new crusade And you ain't getting saved Ooh, yeah, o-oh-ooh
Writer(s): Omar Lashley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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