Track 12- Gospel

///-Hook
(You good fool?)
People be talkin' they shxt
Droppin' my name 
While I'm droppin' these hits
Speakin' these facts 
While they neekin' in shxt
Peakin' in high school 
I'm still on my shxt
Ride with some bangers (southeast)
We tight as shxt
Dealin' with bstches
I ain't talkin' chicks
Ace in my hand and 
Now I'm countin' bands
The glock in my palm
But I ain't gon' trip

///-Verse 1
They act like they mad
Hxes callin' me wack
But when they be drivin'
They bumpin' my track
The games in the bag
The beats got my tag
They talkin' they shxt but 
I'm still on the rag
I'm back on my shxt
I'm loadin' the mag
And when I fire 
There won't be no lag
If I prespire it ain't from no rapper
If I retire, I'll go out like Kobe
Aint't got no grammy's
But that don't mean shxt
Ain't follow the trends
That's just not how I live
I only drop 40 when I'm in the game
Ain't hittin' no blunt, but bxtch you can
Ain't takin' a sip, but I'll pass it around
Start from the bottom, both feet on the ground
It's not what say, now it be how you sound
The new gen is different, they do it for clout
Don't do it for money, Don't do it fame
But I'm bringin' in dollas like my first name Dame
I talk lots bout ballin' 'cause it be my life
I've gone hit a millie, now I'll do it twice
This the debue, this is the start
Shoutout the og's, they still goin' hard
Came with the crew, we be on a mission
RIP Lil homie, you know that we miss him
The system is wicked, man, baby was right
But I gotta keep workin, ain't change overnight
The media is biased, just speakin' the facts
My homies arrested simply 'cause they black
Fxck is you thinkin', I still blast this rap
They say it'll change, man we all know that's cap
If we all brothers, why carry a strap?
It just be the truth man, shut up, why you mad? (why you mad?)

///-Hook
People be talkin' they shxt
Droppin' my name 
While im droppin' these hits
Speakin' these facts 
While they neekin' in shxt
Peakin' in high school
I'm still on my shxt
Ride with some bangers
We tight as shxt
Dealin' with bstches
I ain't talkin' chicks
Ace in my hand and 
I'm gettin them chips
Glock in my hand 
But I ain't gon' trip

///-Chorus
I sit alone at the top
People on the bottom
Like to talk
People love the drama
Yeah, so what
I run the game, won't ever stop (nah, nah)
Try and fuck wit me, you gon' learn
All this fxckin' money, had to earn
Y'all been goin' off, now it's my turn
Try and fuck wit me, you gon get-

///-Verse 2
They callin' my phone
And they tryna cut deals
These bitches be stoned
Man, they can't even feel
I'm ballin' like Rubio
Payin' my dues
No time to converse
I ain't talkin' shoes
They throwin' these punches
I block 'em like Creed
I'm teachin' the kids
Get 'em off of the streets
I know I'm not goated
No need to pretend
I know what I've done
I don't stop 'til the end
Yeah, I know who to trust
And I know who be fakin'
I know who be losin'
Then win, like the lakers
You can't catch me lackin'
I catch on the vibes
I'm gettin' these hits like
Bryce Harper no lie
I pray for the Lil' homie
I hope he survive
Rich prey on the weak
So I got to cut ties
Peeps fear the police
They 'fraid for they lives
I'm gon' change the game
Sit down fo' the ride, bxtch

///-Chorus
I sit alone at the top
People on the bottom
Like to talk
People love the drama
Yeah, so what
I run the game, won't ever stop (nah, nah)
Try and fuck wit me, you gon' learn
All this fxckin' money, had to earn
Y'all been goin' off, now it's my turn
Try and fuck wit me, you gon' learn
(south philly)

///- Art credit to @savage_water ///- honestly, who wants to read this? ///- I'm so dope THESE LYRICS ARE PROPERTY OF MAVERICH RECORDS C. 2024 OFF OF THE ALBUM "Project 24" PRODUCED AND WRITTEN BY M.A.