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Lyrics:
They want me to stunt They want me to stunt They want me to flex They care bout the money They care bout the checks They checking for ice on my neck
He is The One they rejected I am the one He selected Devil do this, people do that I am the one He’s protecting I’m unaffected with the elect I’m quick to forgive not quick to forget You do what you can, I do what you can’t Apart from the world I gotta em perplexed Not my fault that I’m up next He gave me the Light now I’m Edison He knocked on my heart and I let Him in I could care less who I’m better than My focus has moved on to better things Don’t call me bro when I’m not your friend You moving too waste and I see the trend All of my ice on my wife’s hand
They want me to stunt They want me to stunt They want me to flex They care bout the money They care bout the checks They checking for the ice on neck
They checking for ice on my neck My baby bad she finesse She a blessing from the Lord He got me right, never left I’m dead to sin I confess Now I’m righteous nothing less I was washed in the blood And I’m covered in His love A lot of people wanna hate The same people spectate Show me love to my face But they want me dead in the grave The wicked will perish and that’s the Truth Proverbs 2:22 Pick yo battles what you wanna do You got the fame and you still lose
They want me to stunt They want me to stunt They want me to flex They care bout the money They care bout the checks They checking for the ice on neck
They want me to stunt They want me to stunt They want me to flex They care bout the money They care bout the checks They checking for the ice on neck
They want me to stunt They want me to stunt They want me to flex They care bout the money They care bout the checks They checking for the ice on neck
Here I go with the third verse More fans I never cursed I body the track and I got the hearse I’m moving forward, make em all reverse All I keep hearing is Hersey They lie bout the Truth like a Pharisee They wanna get mad cause I’m confident I’m God’s boy, Jesus taught me it I ain’t got the time for a argument I stay low, leave me out it No fame, listen how I spit I ain’t got nothing to lie about Look at my closet it’s cleaned out I’m not high but I’m far out On a different road and it’s charted out
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