I ain't fucking on your bitch
Broke boy, I got standards
I finally understand that they'll never understand me
My mind La Ferrari while you boys move like Camrys
My drive an advantage for real
Ain't no antidote
When my heart at war
When my heart at war
Michelangelo in the Art of War
There's an art to war
Only thing I fear in life
Is God and broke bitches (only thing I think about)
God and broke bitches
Only thing I fear in life
Is God and broke bitches (only thing I think about)
God and broke bitches
Only thing I fear in life
Is God and broke bitches (only thing I think about)
God and broke bitches
Only thing I fear in life
Is God and broke bitches (only thing I think about)
God and broke bitches
Morning talks with God while my demons sitting next to me
My inner me my enemy
My mama just turned 60 working overtime
It's stressing me, love her to the death of me
I really need to better things
I really need to breathe
The fast life so tempting
Toronto complications
LA revelations
God give me patience
'Cause I might resort to violence when my angels on vacation
Fallin' out of graces
Fuck the analytics and the numbers on your 'Gram
We be on the block doing numbers with the grams
If you want the smoke, then I'm servin' up that cancer
And I ain't fucking on your bitch
Broke boy, I got standards
I finally understand that they'll never understand me
My mind La Ferrari while you boys move like Camrys
My drive an advantage for real
Ain't no antidote
When my heart at war
When my heart at war
Michelangelo in the Art of War
There's an art to war
Only thing I fear in life
Is God and broke bitches (only thing I think about)
God and broke bitches
Only thing I fear in life
Is God and broke bitches (only thing I think about)
God and broke bitches
Only thing I fear in life
Is God and broke bitches (only thing I think about)
God and broke bitches
Only thing I fear in life
Is God and broke bitches (only thing I think about)
God and broke bitches