[ Featuring Coop, Christopher Syncere ]
Way too many down payments on me
Gotta lotta people tryna make it off me
Cup too heavy can you take this from me
Prolly think I'm talkin' boutta drank, lil homie
I almost forgot, who I was,
But never what I'm not, and I've done
Way too much be patient on me
Father got a plan and the things unfolding
When I do not have the right answers, I just write anthems
Pull up in the whip just to slay like Santa,
A miracle is the material in my stanzas
Dead body I just killed my past like I'm Gemini
Staring down the beat I swear I saw the victimizing in the victim's eyes
But dead beats are things I never sympathized
And yet I leave rap game way before my spot's even solidified
Prolly cause I'm feelin' like there's way too much pressure on me
Gotta take a break and just find some relief
I cannot change what it is outta my reach
So I give it to the Father cause I gotta lotta
Way too many down payments on me
Gotta lotta people tryna make it off me
Cup too heavy can you take this from me
Prolly think I'm talkin' boutta drank, lil homie
I almost forgot, who I was,
But never what I'm not, and I've done
Way too much be patient on me
Father got a plan and the things unfolding
Way too much work way too little sleep
So rest deprived, I can't even dream
I only keep loyalty around me
Cuz I've spent too much time w fake sheep
They tried to play me like PC
Used to be foolish and out of my ways, but that was way back in the BC
Mama told me I'm a Solider and a superhero so throw me in DC
Comics, and can't no villain defeat me
Life gave me lemons and I made an Arnold Palmer, that's a sweet tea
And if I die fore tomorrow I pray that the Father receives me
Know good and well that this planet never been a home to me, Jit I'm an alien, E.T
And we them boys like Beastie
Stay away from anybody that try to correct you by moving discretely
I only wanna go where Jesus leads me
Way too many down payments on me
Gotta lotta people tryna make it off me
Cup too heavy can you take this from me
Prolly think I'm talkin' boutta drank, lil homie
I almost forgot, who I was,
But never what I'm not, and I've done
Way too much be patient on me
Father got a plan and the things unfolding
