It's hard to see the peak from a gutter in a valley
I just want to eat and get a place for me and Cali
Even just the lease like at least
It's at the top of the list
Respect the process and get to the profits
Pocket em quick I'm redenbacher I'm poppin
I'm never stopping this shit
I felt like stoppin then realigned chakras
And hopped back in
One footed wit my contacts out
The drugs couldn't help me process doubt
I'm done lookin for the product I'm the product now
Found solace no I'm not let down
Gods got me in his contacts now
F*ck you speakin on? You ain't never wrote no manuscripts
Listen God, you'll peep my manual shift the gears with the flick of wrist
Heaven sent go check the list, my name right under excellence
Yours right next to excrements, that should tell you that your shit aint shit
Roamed until I got it, now I found it, know I'll never miss
All these yorkies claiming Pit, we know you just little bitch
I got the world up on my shoulders
Blunt in one hand and your bitch on tip
I lost my motive in the coochie
I been lookin since
I heard yo last shit it was dookie
Had me hittin skip
The way I kick it is so Bruce Lee ion miss it hits Every time
F*ck it straight bars, cell phones and squad cars
6 paths and sage art, mismatch the game ours
We monstars, game cube the only way you ever play the block hard
Them shark tales'll win you oscar's, and odd scar's
From real Gods, bear the crown at what cost?
Neck broke and ya soul lost
I jump off the rope swingin
I empty my soul singin
Bout hoes till I lose feelins
Maneuver my way through played out tropes
To new beginnings
Only weight I'm worried bouts
When they weigh out dope
Came a long way from weighins
Still with my bros like the wayans show
Leave a hoe never save a hoe
Seem to grow when I stay alone
I'mma leave it at that so go ahead Joey take it home
F*ck opinions, my dominion
No civilians, if you game then you can get it
We aint gang, just fit descriptions
Screaming gang til granny take me with her
Tryna use me aint no Billy Withers, Mama raising winners
Hewn stone ain't gon wither, til the world lose its sinners
Hol up, cop sumn and roll up
Lights flash, better know who they wont touch (its us),
Gunnar by my side like Rain son; best man in the grey tux
New man with the new strut, bet it all that I wont run
Yahweh's Contact List Video (MV)
Performed By: Joey Cruz & JaKObo
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Jacobo Garcia, Jose Peck
Joey Cruz & JaKObo - Yahweh's Contact List Lyrics
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It's hard to see the peak from a gutter in a valley
I just want to eat and get a place for me and Cali
Even just the lease like at least
It's at the top of the list
Respect the process and get to the profits
Pocket em quick I'm redenbacher I'm poppin
I'm never stopping this shit
I felt like stoppin then realigned chakras
And hopped back in
One footed wit my contacts out
The drugs couldn't help me process doubt
I'm done lookin for the product I'm the product now
Found solace no I'm not let down
Gods got me in his contacts now
F*ck you speakin on? You ain't never wrote no manuscripts
Listen God, you'll peep my manual shift the gears with the flick of wrist
Heaven sent go check the list, my name right under excellence
Yours right next to excrements, that should tell you that your shit aint shit
Roamed until I got it, now I found it, know I'll never miss
All these yorkies claiming Pit, we know you just little bitch
I got the world up on my shoulders
Blunt in one hand and your bitch on tip
I lost my motive in the coochie
I been lookin since
I heard yo last shit it was dookie
Had me hittin skip
The way I kick it is so Bruce Lee ion miss it hits Every time
F*ck it straight bars, cell phones and squad cars
6 paths and sage art, mismatch the game ours
We monstars, game cube the only way you ever play the block hard
Them shark tales'll win you oscar's, and odd scar's
From real Gods, bear the crown at what cost?
Neck broke and ya soul lost
I jump off the rope swingin
I empty my soul singin
Bout hoes till I lose feelins
Maneuver my way through played out tropes
To new beginnings
Only weight I'm worried bouts
When they weigh out dope
Came a long way from weighins
Still with my bros like the wayans show
Leave a hoe never save a hoe
Seem to grow when I stay alone
I'mma leave it at that so go ahead Joey take it home
F*ck opinions, my dominion
No civilians, if you game then you can get it
We aint gang, just fit descriptions
Screaming gang til granny take me with her
Tryna use me aint no Billy Withers, Mama raising winners
Hewn stone ain't gon wither, til the world lose its sinners
Hol up, cop sumn and roll up
Lights flash, better know who they wont touch (its us),
Gunnar by my side like Rain son; best man in the grey tux
New man with the new strut, bet it all that I wont run
I just want to eat and get a place for me and Cali
Even just the lease like at least
It's at the top of the list
Respect the process and get to the profits
Pocket em quick I'm redenbacher I'm poppin
I'm never stopping this shit
I felt like stoppin then realigned chakras
And hopped back in
One footed wit my contacts out
The drugs couldn't help me process doubt
I'm done lookin for the product I'm the product now
Found solace no I'm not let down
Gods got me in his contacts now
F*ck you speakin on? You ain't never wrote no manuscripts
Listen God, you'll peep my manual shift the gears with the flick of wrist
Heaven sent go check the list, my name right under excellence
Yours right next to excrements, that should tell you that your shit aint shit
Roamed until I got it, now I found it, know I'll never miss
All these yorkies claiming Pit, we know you just little bitch
I got the world up on my shoulders
Blunt in one hand and your bitch on tip
I lost my motive in the coochie
I been lookin since
I heard yo last shit it was dookie
Had me hittin skip
The way I kick it is so Bruce Lee ion miss it hits Every time
F*ck it straight bars, cell phones and squad cars
6 paths and sage art, mismatch the game ours
We monstars, game cube the only way you ever play the block hard
Them shark tales'll win you oscar's, and odd scar's
From real Gods, bear the crown at what cost?
Neck broke and ya soul lost
I jump off the rope swingin
I empty my soul singin
Bout hoes till I lose feelins
Maneuver my way through played out tropes
To new beginnings
Only weight I'm worried bouts
When they weigh out dope
Came a long way from weighins
Still with my bros like the wayans show
Leave a hoe never save a hoe
Seem to grow when I stay alone
I'mma leave it at that so go ahead Joey take it home
F*ck opinions, my dominion
No civilians, if you game then you can get it
We aint gang, just fit descriptions
Screaming gang til granny take me with her
Tryna use me aint no Billy Withers, Mama raising winners
Hewn stone ain't gon wither, til the world lose its sinners
Hol up, cop sumn and roll up
Lights flash, better know who they wont touch (its us),
Gunnar by my side like Rain son; best man in the grey tux
New man with the new strut, bet it all that I wont run
Writer: Jacobo Garcia, Jose Peck
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid