Gospel

[Intro]

Heatmakerz, Crack Music

[Verse 1]

I'm a star, hitting banks before I'm rock bottom

My nigga was up 10 mill, before the cops got him

I be dripping in Gucci sets, both top and bottom

He was on the wrong block when them oppers shot him

Cool niggas switch up, bullets all hot inside him

He was slipping, they got right up on his side and shot him

He got caught up on the wrong side of the hammer

My niggas catch murders, and be waving hi to the camera

I'm way too fire for the slander

I keep them lawyers on deck, I'm way too fly for the slammer

I got claustrophobia, I be scared to be boxed up

Even in [?] I be scared to put the top up

[Chorus]

If I say it, then it's gospel, it's only facts that I preach

Still make it rain, it's like I'm tapping my feet

Been investigated, [?] police

Every foreign I was whipping, I kept the mack in my reach

Melly's in the cell, they got him trapped in the beast

They really tryna treat him, it's like they trapping the beast

Who really made you ball? I bring it back to the streets

Flip birds in the sky, and [?] on the streets

Fucker

[Verse 2]

Still cop jewls without apraisal

Flood the Jesus piece, in the streets, we still praize you

Serve you a piece of pie, without the baizel

Some chose to cook it, some took it up the naizel

Bullet might graze you, the life that influanced us

You had that bomb on the block, but then you blew it up

If you was gang, then you threw it up

I hopped out, Glocks out, on the blocks like who the fuck they shooted up?

Off White stanes, on my Bentley floor mats

Hov on the [?] 44 clap

I cop an Acein the club, then pour a stack

To telll it's time [?] it's 40 stacks

Quarterback the pot, yeah, I'm [?] that

Caught up on the law, like I wish they'd bring Porter back

Quarterback the pot, yeah, I'm [?] that

Caught up on the law, like I wish they'd bring Porter back

[Chorus]

If I say it, then it's gospel, it's only facts that I preach

Still make it rain, it's like I'm tapping my feet

Been investigated, [?] police

Every foreign I was whipping, I kept the mack in my reach

Melly's in the cell, they got him trapped in the beast

They really tryna treat him, it's like they trapping the beast

Who really made you ball? I bring it back to the streets

Flip birds in the sky, and [?] on the streets

Fucker