LFTFF lyrics

[Intro]
Father God, right now I wanna thank you for the ability to rhyme
The ability to move and the ability to think right
The ability to slow down, the ability to speed up
The ability to be in pocket, the ability to swag on these n*ggas
Swag like they could never do
Swag like never been done before, n*gga
Father God, so I

[Chorus]
Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'
Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face
It's n*ggas out here starving, fakin' fonk, but swear they ganja stank
We took you for a real one from the jump, my n*gga, my mistake
Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm p*ssed off
Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my b*tch call
n*ggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all
f*ck a close-up, n*gga, I'm prepared for my lift-off

[Verse 1]
Life gave me lemons, so I made lemonade
All organic, y'all sip Minute Maid
I've took damage, I win anyway
Orbit my di*k, y'all just in the way
She want c*ck now, I want plenty space
Can't stop now, I been did the race
Blowin' off fume now, room need ventilate
Spent weekends where Section 8 tenants stay
Spent my first rap check on an interface
One mic, three-fifths, and a zip of haze
Smoke dope with the bros out in Tennessee
Come with f*ck sh*t, b*tch, get away
Cup full of spaceship, that's my getaway
I can't never draw, you can get erased
n*ggas hate, leave 'em all with the sh*tty face
I pray my name leave bitter taste
[Interlude]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'
Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face
You n*ggas' spirit starving, give a f*ck whether your ganja stank
I took you for a real one from the jump, my n*gga, my mistake
Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm p*ssed off
Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my b*tch call
n*ggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all
f*ck a close-up, n*gga, I'm prepared for my lift-off

[Verse 2]
I put my soul in this, you'd swear I exist in my own dimension
No skateboard, my grind on intense
And I feel way more than I want to mention
Stay lab locked, perfect my invention
While lame lil' hoes do sh*t for attention
When I brainstorm, the sh*t come with wins
That'll turn that beef you want into riblets
What you think? Ain't sh*t but a b*tch
And assault all on your face when I visit, huh
Give two f*cks about what you're up to
I leave that sh*t to my b*tches, uh
Speakin' of 'em, they speak in tongues
In my ear, then tug on my zipper, huh
Tryna ride me mid-conversation
Damn, let me finish my sentence
[Chorus]
Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'
Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face
You n*ggas' spirit starving, give a f*ck whether your ganja stank
I took you for a real one from the jump, my n*gga, my mistake
Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm p*ssed off
Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my b*tch call
n*ggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all
f*ck a close-up, n*gga, I'm prepared for my lift-off