Confessions lyrics

[Intro]
(Inaudible)

[Verse 1]
(Yah!) I got demons in my closet
I got dreams up in my pocket
Hostile fiends up in the jungle like, (woo!)
b*tch I never had it easy
I'm so over and busy
I'm wildin' like Hovah and Yeezy like, (yah!)
From a zero to a hunnid
Hero from a target
Sleep on me I put a pillow in your casket
Make sure my granny is safe in heaven
I'm going toe to toe with the devil
Boy I was running with the Trizzers at the bottom of the deck (woo!)
Like, "Do you remember?"
You was always telling me I'm never gonna run this b*tch
Nah, of course you remember
Look, I remember granny at the table
Tryna feed me she wasn't able
I had to hustle and handle my sh*t and now she' with angels
I'm Picasso in the booth
I paint a picture so vivid you would miss a caption
It's fitting in a gable
My horses in a stable
I put the Bishop in a [?] of blood
You have the king in the corner, let's take the winning
Creation of perdition is mission enough
Fill the graves we dug cause we surely make a motherf*cken killing

[Refrain 1]
I'm like Diddy when he rose
Always been underground but they dig me like the City of the Gold
I'm with it because I devoted
My soul to it
I'm Jiggy with the flow
Admit it I'm a GOAT
May'suka ay'jiki way it go like, (skrt skrt skrt)

[Verse 2]
S'dabuk' eMpumalanga, k'dala s'phusha s'phanda, s'vuka s'lala
K'shuba ng'namaKruger baba
S'hlezi s'spana, k'phuma k'shon' ilanga
Ng'pheth' izinja zam
Az'khonkothi z'yaluma
f*ck a speaker, nathi s'fun' uk'dum'
I'm Periega Alter Mind, GOAT Prodigy
I'm the sole nominee
Of the culture, man they say they got the keys
Very funny
I left them all struggling in the locker
I got hella mad kicks : Chris Tucker
And my b*tch is like Skye Emily
Ass like Candy Lee
I could start a new whole family, the way I got enemies
Them is not a friend of me
I'm crying 2Pac tears like I grew up on Hennessy
I'm more like Brown Dash with a Zola attitude
We done put the game together now they owe us gratitude
I'm above the amplitude
A ghetto icon : unapologetic attitude
Coming for the game cause I been ready to

[Hook]
Yah, started at the bottom of the deck
Uh, tryna get the money with the homies on the tracks
Now these n*ggas tryna hold just I'm back
Why you motherf*ckers never wanna see a n*gga win?

[Chorus 1]
(Hold up b*tch, wait a minute)
Why you motherf*ckers never wanna see a n*gga win?
(Why you motherf*ckers never wanna see a n*gga win?)
Why you motherf*ckers never wanna see a n*gga win?

[Chorus 2]
I got confessions
Confessions
Confessions
Confessions
Confessions
I got confessions
Confessions
Confessions
Confessions
Confessions

[Verse 3]
I was running with the Trizzers at the bottom of the deck
Like, "Do you remember?"
You was always telling me I'm never gonna run this b*tch
Mxah, nah of course you remember
Look, I remember momma in a coffin
I was shattered and it harboured, I was broken
And my life is nothing less than a devil
Wearing Prada with devotion
Climb the ladder till it's broken
With a skill that makes your f*cking team take cover when I'm scoping
I'm Mufasa with a motion
Living greatness in the country
Nothing like me boy I'm just killing the game
Put you on a f*cking wave 'cause I'm simply in-phase
And you finna weigh my f*cking options when I'm tipping the scale?

[Refrain 2]
Boy, I'm a hippie with a goal
The realest Born Sinner like I'm Biggie and I'm Cole
And imma get it till it kills me when I'm old
f*ck you don't believe in me I'm cold
I'm speeding because may'suka ay'jiki way it go like (skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr)

[Verse 4]
'Til I'm falling off the wheel
I put my all in what I dream, this is my calling I was picked and chosen out
Hip Hop is dawning when I spit
I run the game and they're simply stalling in defeat
I'm Jordan with the leap
A pro'lem in the streets
Yeah, I'm like Prodlem with the beats and I stay mobbing with the clique
You can't afford to f*ck with me, let alone think about it
I'm the topic your favorite is scared to raise or ever pick
Boy I'm 2415, 663
Ain't no weakling around me, only real n*ggas mix with me
I drop the hardest ill sixteens
I don't fit with anything I'm SYRE, real MSFIT
Since a 6 lil kid I represented
To rap I was embedded with my DNA
Success is where we headed
I'm back and where the work at?
My back against you fagots and you ratchets
I'm a king, a living legend, yeah I said that

[Verse 5]
Wait, did I ? Need I ?
n*gga everything you think you are
Me is and neither what you is
My heart is cold, I let you touch it then I watch you freeze
I got the pack on my back like Alpha Hart Lewis
I grind to live
Focus my mind on what I seek and want to keep
My heart is bleak and very purple like the lean [?] sip
My jeans are dirty like the mind
We split the feddy on the grind
The Jam is early, where Twasa at with the bread, huh?

[Outro]
Where the bread at?
n*gga where the bread at?
Huh? Where the bread at? Huh?
Where the motherf*cken bread at huh?
Give me my bread. I need that sh*t