Morals lyrics

[Intro]
On god..
Imma get to the bag regardless
When it comes down to it

Success is mine yeah...



[Part 1] : Morals

[Verse]
Mama, I wrote this with god’s painting, just wanna be ghetto famous
I’m in the ac bendin corners, bumpin some miles davis
The black litted up, for personal reasons the mattress full, I had to bunk with demons
Need Sunday’s for the daily cleanses
Gotta make sure my soul ain’t empty
Sometimes vices make the balance lenient
Like, I need a drink...
She prefer to do dank
Baby girl what’s your name ?
Trust me, I’m no saint
I’m not perfect at all, I could have lost my life on January 1st, But a n*gga back again, like Jesus rebirth
The kiss of death, it’s much of a flirt
Heaven will meet soon, hope god got a seat well reserved
For now...
I’m getting better, and I’m getting wiser
Show the footsteps to the most loveliest place in wakanda
I drew from the blood, and stood in the holiest water
I’m a difference between a well written author, and a slightly ingenious monster
You n*ggas think you know it all, tell me something new
We can talk real, but some can’t bear the truth
Made this tape in a year or 2
Unethical rules in the game, I can’t follow suit
Die with honor of an eternal flame
Let my corpse be warm and comforted by omegas truths
400 years of being owned and told what to do, 12 still gon shoot, and kill if they have to, so if it be
I need it all glory and obtainable loot