Talking to God lyrics

[Intro: Beedie]
Come on
Yeah
Beedro, Bill Waves
Come on

[Verse 1: Beedie]
Talkin' that sh*t I will rub in your face, been droppin' these wonderful phrases
I was amazed at all that they say, they ain't wanna see him spittin' with Craven
Yeah, they hatin' 'cause they mad I made it
Bet it's aggravatin', I ain't got a statement
Know they salivatin' that I stooped to they level
But I don't sh*t for these devils
No mendin' the past, remember the bad
Remember the good whenever I could
Wе shaped by everything that's in bеtween it
I took the longer road, they said it's scenic
I felt it's deceivin' 'cause all of this ugly, I seen it
Made a wish like I done summoned a genie
Long as I stay with some good intentions
Know I made mistakes, make some good investments
Thankin' God I got my cheese in order
Coppin' diapers, gotta feed my daughter
All that's left is beats to slaughter
Need it like I need to breathe or I need water
Never concerned about makin' a mark
Kept my head down, I'm just makin' my art
It been so long, I been playin' my part
But sh*t ain't the same no more
All I know is go hard (Hard)
[Chorus: Beedie]
I don't get no rest, so you know the rest
Still I got finesse when I be talkin' to God (God)
Matter fact, while I channel that, I'm just talkin' to myself, these are my inner thoughts (Thoughts)
I don't get no rest, so you know the rest
Still I got finesse when I be talkin' to God (God)
(Yeah, yeah, you know what the f*ck it is)
Matter fact, while I channel that, I'm just talkin' to myself, these are my inner— (Alright, check it out)

[Verse 2: Bill Waves]
I still keep faith in God even though I lost my mind in the process
Every week is a blink of an eye, like a lifetime goes by in a day
I just think, how long can I stay alive?
How many beautiful things can I say of mine?
Pray that I'm saved, I been sinnin' too long
If not, I'll be in flames
I'll come from Hell and show you the definition of godless
These dark inner thoughts eat at my brain
Sometimes I feel like I might go to the store
Buy my first Glock, put a clip in it, send myself off, man
The thought, it finds me too often
sh*t looks like I'm up and down for so long
All my scars are chipped
Two thousands of verses and poems I wrote inside of my phone
So here's a piece of my soul for you to sh*t on and write some f*ckin' dumb ignorant comment
I'm a threat, it's been constant
You not safe in the bed that you made
Motherf*ckers'll learn it's the legend Bill Waves, insane in the brain since a toddler
And I'm not religious, but I got a Christian suckin' my di*k, I'm a prophet
[Chorus: Beedie]
I don't get no rest, so you know the rest
Still I got finesse when I be talkin' to God (God)
Matter fact, while I channel that, I'm just talkin' to myself, these are my inner thoughts (Thoughts)
I don't get no rest, so you know the rest
Still I got finesse when I be talkin' to God (God)
Matter fact, while I channel that, I'm just talkin' to myself, these are my inner—

[Verse 3: Beedie]
They said I'm a menace, been provin' myself every minute or second
I been a veteran that's rippin' these records, but they ain't seem like I ain't trim off the hedges
I ain't revered a reverend
Most of my peers, they heroin
Or they like veered, they very grim
Really, I know what's apparent: win
Can't look in the mirror, they fear I'ma win
I know they ain't gon' sing my praises
Though I cut my teeth rippin' these stages
I ain't never trippin', baby
I ain't never slippin', baby

[Verse 4: Bill Waves]
Ever since the late '80s
And I'll be countin' money 'til I'm in my late eighties
Better not hear a stutter when it's time to pay me
Motherf*cker, ever try to play me
It was never sunny where I used to live, my street always used to be shady
I used to be sane 'til this f*ckin' city made me go crazy
That's why I smoke weed every day, put a ounce with papers on top of my grave, please
[Chorus: Beedie]
I don't get no rest, so you know the rest
Still I got finesse when I be talkin' to God (God)
Matter fact, while I channel that, I'm just talkin' to myself, these are my inner thoughts (Thoughts)
I don't get no rest, so you know the rest
Still I got finesse when I be talkin' to God (God)
Matter fact, while I channel that, I'm just talkin' to myself, these are my inner—