Talking to God

[Intro: Beedie] Come on Yeah Beedro, Bill Waves Come on [Verse 1: Beedie] Talkin' that shit 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 shit 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 shit 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 fuck 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 Shit 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 shit on and write some fuckin' dumb ignorant comment I'm a threat, it's been constant You not safe in the bed that you made Motherfuckers'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 dick, 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 Motherfucker, 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 fuckin' 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—