Ayomilly - AFFILIATE Lyrics

I've been been on my bully, baby
I know why they fully hating
I'm affiliated with the One who pushing pulleys, baby
They be looking at me like, "This goofy who been fully crazy"
They can't phase me, coming from the pavement, keep it gully, baby
Never cared 'bout what the comment says
'Cause they be lacking common sense
And that come with a consequence
I'm saying that with confidence
Better pick your Bible up, 'cause y'all been lacking competence
Get up off the fence, or else we cannot live in consonance
Don't care if y'all ahead of me
My treasure up in heaven, 'cause I'm heavenly
Don't care 'bout what you selling me
I ain't in it for the cheddar cheese
Why they all up on me, man, I'm tired of flicking off the fleas
They want me falling, but I'll never leave
When I said I'm done with rap, y'all was in my comments showing love
But now that Milly back, y'all be quiet, now I know what's up
I don't care 'bout opposition
I don't look at competition
When I did, I noticed y'all ain't rapping if the comp ain't hitting
Wrestle with God, but I could never bite the hand that feeds me
I done seen too much, I lived a life you watched on TV
I ain't gon' brag on that, just trust me, you ain't wanna be me
I'm still dodging jakes, back then was 12, but now it's TD
Y'all gotta work on your discernment, wolves, they dressed like sheep
They say, "It ain't our purpose, no division, don't start beef"
But I ain't beefing, I'm just speaking truth, ain't losing sleep
And I don't wanna see my brothers out here moving weak
It's impossible surviving eating once a week
Especially when it's fed to you on spoons that ain't been cleaned
You ain't a child no more, go grab the steak, chew off a piece
When Jesus spoke in parables, the saints knew what it mean
No, I ain't Jesus, best believe that I could never be Him
But I been called to be more like Him, read it in Ephesians
Tryna show these people love, no matter how I'm feeling
Don't think I hate you 'cause you got no answer in the DM
I got a life, I got a wife who I just made my BM
I'm tryna give them all my time, but I still gotta feed 'em
I got a job, I got a business, feeling like a GM
I still got family cross the border, barely get to see 'em
They ask me where I'm at, I been offline, but I'm still Gucci
I been in my bag, just needed time to stack my loose leaf
This rapping still ain't paying me enough to give my two weeks
But I don't really care, 'cause I ain't do this for the blue cheese
Meet me at the gates, I won't be late because I'm really stepping
Watch out for the fakes, 'cause they be lurking, some might call you brethren
How much can I take? I'm feeling drained, I'm looking up to heaven
Tryna seek His face, ignore the snakes, can't let 'em in my presence
The flow immersive, every word is filled with purpose
Every verse I spit is giving hope and breaking off these curses
I'm speaking to the streets, but they still need this in the churches
'Cause the streets ain't the only place the devil keep on lurking
I'm a real Christ stepper, this ain't make-believe
Devil working hard to take me out, he wanna make me leave
But I serve Christ, and I gave Him my life, so Satan can't touch me
That's why I can write these lyrics, pair 'em with the melodies
On gang, that's it