Lyrics Boogie – God’s Work Interlude
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(Tells us about yourself, who are you?)
Shit. Damn. Wrong nigga to let speak
Off beat uh daddy was a deadbeat
Uh same beat, let me get my tempo
Ain’t no shooting out the window
Man you know this ain’t the 90’s niggas walking up
Fuck all that talking stuff, that’s what they taught us bruh
Like ain’t you sick of this shit that niggas caughin up
Uh Mr. Officer offering you in the open uh
Hope stronger than anything I be smokin’. Potent shhhh
Let me get my focus
Momma got evicted, man the day we seen that notice
It was all bad
We ain’t have nowhere to sleep
Uh snuck back in and we had stayed there for like a week
Deep!
All we had was dry cereal, Uh!
Think that was Cheerios
But they don’t hear me doe
Uh from a place where niggas get killed at
Real rap that’s why I never got my chill back
Uh even when I’m quiet I be turnt
And I ain’t tryna cause no riots with my verse. But ya’ll be bitchin
Complaining bout a system tryna understand your vision when you glorifying a prison. Man that shit weak
Talking about how you get all the faze
No nigga you was twisting all the braids
Uh I stayed awake in the stressing and manifested a blessin
I used that shit as a weapon uh
Fuck I stayed awake in a horror. Turn that shit to my armor
I’ll forever protect it uh
Man you know this ain’t the 90’s niggas walking up
Fuck all that talking stuff, that’s what they taught us bruh
Like ain’t you sick of this shit that niggas caughin up
Uh Mr. Officer offering you in the open uh
Hope stronger than anything I be smokin’. Potent shhhh
Let me get my focus
Momma got evicted, man the day we seen that notice
It was all bad
We ain’t have nowhere to sleep
Uh snuck back in and we had stayed there for like a week
Deep!
All we had was dry cereal, Uh!
Think that was Cheerios
But they don’t hear me doe
Uh from a place where niggas get killed at
Real rap that’s why I never got my chill back
Uh even when I’m quiet I be turnt
And I ain’t tryna cause no riots with my verse. But ya’ll be bitchin
Complaining bout a system tryna understand your vision when you glorifying a prison. Man that shit weak
Talking about how you get all the faze
No nigga you was twisting all the braids
Uh I stayed awake in the stressing and manifested a blessin
I used that shit as a weapon uh
Fuck I stayed awake in a horror. Turn that shit to my armor
I’ll forever protect it uh
Shit using everything as lesson, turn everything into a blessing
Swear I’m never contesting
That’s God’s work
Swear I’m never contesting
That’s God’s work
