Psalms lyrics

[Verse]
I treat her like sh*t and she think she my b*tch (Chapo)
Some of my n*ggas addicts can't help it
Don’t buy her sh*t and she think I'm selfish
Used to be down bad and now I'm wealthy
Put the bullsh*t behind me now I’m lit
Did it myself no one can say I asked them for sh*t
Cut a n*gga off quicker than I cut a b*tch off
And I ain't tryna be a real n*gga just to impress y'all
You'll get killed puttin' your trust into that hoe
Started with a deuce now I barely get high up off a four
Mama said I'll be great gotta keep my foot on these n*ggas necks
If they try to cancel you out you just gotta put the bullsh*t to rest
And I'm glad I'm in the coupе Ion got no room for these f*ck n*ggas
You my brother you got smokе with a n*gga then sh*t ill buss witcha
When I was nineteen on everything I love I seen over six figures
When I’m down bad granny tell me everything straight ’cause god witcha
And I ain't no rap n*gga I write scriptures (Chapo)
Illustrator n*gga I paint the picture
And his diamonds fake my sh*t official
And I ain’t no pus*y boy you can get your issue
sh*tted on them so much ran out of tissue
Preachin to them boys like I'm a f*ckin' bishop
And I don't worry about that f*ck sh*t tell my n*ggas get ’em
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