Soak In The Gospel

Fan Club
Stop fucking playing with me man
I'm not the one
Hop out the space whip wasted
Fragrantly naked running in place like an insane patient
If you waiting for me to give a fuck
That shit go take insane patience
But I've been plotting and making moves behind the scene
Waiting for that time to come
Take it and run
Like the world ain't owe me shit
Fan Club damn apocalypse
I thought that it was obvious
That y'all ain't rocking hard as this
So when I grab a mic don't talk and shit
Just grab a fucking notepad and try to soak some of this gospel in
I'll be tops of ten again and again
They go look back at this track and say damn that boy did it again
Now he in the board room and his bag
Lord all I ask is for you to get me out this town fast
Finna lock myself in a cage with a gage and a drum pad
And y'all either going to hear some fire or that shit kick back
Now bring the damn kicks back
Yeah
I got fire skills
It's my mic that kills and not the iron
I like to roll my woods up on some fine china
Meals five course this not a diner
I've been walking on a wire
Trying to find the peace of mind to try to inspire the children of the opposition
Made my decision
We don't speak vengeance
We just give knowledge
Praise Allah
I'm on my imposter shit
Got it out the mud like the Amish did
I'm behind enemy lines like a confidant with confidence
Was on some wizard shit
Colder than a blizzard is
Then we see the eyes close through the window in the nighttime
Then the nightlife takes a mind of its own
Now you have no control of your skeleton
Bones just want to make it home
But now we roaming the strip lit
Sipping a 5th
Blunt twisted as a tornado is bitch
Yeah
Fucking bars
God damn