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1522 – young g.o.d testo

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verse 1

i stay modest about a lot of things
like my invoice ain’t the reason i get dollar bills
like my profit is held accountable for my acknowledgements
i bend royal rules and regulations like that lawless king

i’m that flawless n-gga with a different swing
got pockets dropping dibas like a filled up saucy drink
i stay focused, shortest breakthrough since i started back in august, paper did the hustling for us now it’s rolling back in she a goddess had to claim her with a ring

bl–dy corners all i hear is sirens
loud shots fired i reload mine in silence
let’s be honest thug life ain’t be sh-t without the violence
target locked pow got that k!ller aim as guidance
judgement clouded by the bitter kindness

b-tch my roots grew deep i’m used to pen on paper it puts my mind at ease
my thoughts are criminal, so deadly had to call the police
i might have to put my sh-t on a leash
it’s wayy too crazy like the plead for falling fees
i let my faith determine all my needs

hook
i’m a young g.o.d
h.o.d
pull up looking fresh yeah a young og homie
(yeah, uh yeah. uh uh)
i’m a young g.o.d
i’m in my own league
pull up got the jigga yeah these n-ggas know me homie yeah sipping co’dene yeah, they can’t ² hold me yeah

verse 2

third year in this and i still play it fair
admit you like my sh-t it’s got that vibe to you it’s always been there
so many of em losing focus i’m too busy winning to care
i spun the bottle 2 sides to a story let’s play truth or dare

i’ve closed a lot of chapters yet the book is far from done
now i walk the walk and show things are run
but my bar is getting too full dial the number 911
i’ve always shown commitment to my pride and guns
always been the kid that had the funds

young g.o.d
i pay close attention to instructions
all i’ve ever had was good intentions
make impressions
make a statement do some shady sh-t and hope to god mirrors don’t expose my reflection i don’t do depression

i hate the sight of some things
clear my conscious just to have a seat and dine with kings
no motto just a pair of dirty gloves, clean hands and a set of golden rings to match the kicks
i got them keeping some distance cause they know who they dealing wit

hook

i’m a young g.o.d
h.o.d
pull up looking fresh yeah a young og homie
(yeah, uh yeah. uh uh)
i’m a young g.o.d
i’m in my own league
pull up got the jigga yeah these n-ggas know me homie yeah sipping co’dene yeah, they can’t ² hold me yeah

- 1522 testo

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