Got 54 dollars in my pocket
Young homie takin off like a rocket
I'ma tell you right now
You can't stop It
God got game
Yeah
He finna lock it
Repeat
He a rocket
He a rocket
Big homie taking off like a rocket
I'm a rock it
I'm a rock it
Gimme the mic homeboy
Let me pop it
I'm like hold up hold up
Let me show up show up
Yeah I just Got God
Watch the glow up glow up
Yeah
Walked up in this party
With a bow tie on
Yes God got me litty
Get the strobe lights on
Man its dark in the city
Put the flashlight on
Oh that's me
Shining brighter than a real diamond
And I'm hidden
In the garland
They can't find him
Man it's bright
Pipe down
Let his will be done
Let's get back to the lights
I don't dash in a fight
Get the flash With the sights
Put the pass in the lights
Yeah talkin bout the hurt
Yeah talkin the drama
Talkin bout the pain
Yeah they talkin about the Trauma
Put it all in the hands
Of the God who knows
Every single tearDrop
That came from da nose
Keep the demons in the light
Dont Keep the door close
God buying up the block
Even when it's foreclose