[1st Verse]
I get high.
On tha low.
After gigs
Befo’ da shows.
Out to git
As many chicks
On my dick
As I can afford.

Young nigga livin’
Like life’s a given.
and never-ending
spending every
disposable minute
out tryin to git it.

Surviving not dyin
Like it’s a crime to be fly,
Knowin’ them pigs can’t wait
To catch a brotha slippin’ outside.

But thanks to tha Lord’s willin’
I been livin’ so cot damned long,
That I done heard EVERY DAMN sad song.

That’s why SOME people come around?
I be like “Man, GONE”
We been eatin’ too good
For YOU to bring yo ass on.

And I don’t even mean it disrespectful,
I just ain’t got the patience
For the way ya
Trigger my stressors.

Plus I’m so grown I done learned some lessons
Rule 1: Neva sacrifice on things
That bring
You peace of mind.

That mean sometimes even family got’ta go.
Cuz everythang you came from ain’t good for yo’ SOUL.

[Hook]
THAT’S GOSPEL.
Ain’t bout no bull Kid,
I need my congregation COMFY in da pulpit.
Can’t call nobody my brotha if he a punk in here,
Can’t call no woman my sista if she ain’t bout a lick!

<GOSPEL>

[2ND Verse]
Feelin like a Black He-man,
Ridin’ on Battlecat
My kids catch me blowed,
I just tell’em it’s fo’ my cataracts

They already know I ain’t got no sense,
Neva’ front on my kids,
They know EXACTLY who they damn daddy is.

Lame niggas askin’
Where his baby-mammas is…
Sheeeit, nigga I’onknow,
Prolly somewhere suckin’ dick.

Prolly somewhere spendin’
all da child support
On bills and rent,
So my damn kids
Don’t end up wit a damn cent!

Out here on da corner,
Hustlin’ tryin’ to dodge Da Rona,
Cuz messy broads
Always tryin’ to put sum’n on ya.

Wit they wide-nose
High post
heaux aroma.
Git stuck in ya beard & clothes
Anytime they get close on ya.

Bills git to piling up,
Behind on ya rent,
Social media posts don’t even
make no cot damn sense.

I don’t even know
How writing this song
I done GOT HERE,
But since I’m is
I might as well gone head
And walk up them stairs
and speak GOSPEL.

Hook
THAT’S GOSPEL.
Ain’t bout no bullshit.
I need my congregation COMFY in da pulpit.
Can’t call no nigga my brotha if he a punk bitch,
Can’t call no woman my sista if she ain’t bout shit.

<GOSPEL>