Feeling - Rap Game #16 lyrics

I motion to make public This music that I make And plan to keep private Any life that I create Any wifey that I take To white sand to mate Can't be fake Because this might be fate I won't keep a cheap date Won't speak if she need's faith Morals are the core Therefore, we need to pray Won't take it the wrong way If we need space And move astrally Even though we can't Breathe in space Who believes Now is all we got Think forward or back too much You can't think out the box With that new creative thought So we hotbox the bot Unitl we baked And eating Fajitas with steak plates She got a great shape And maybe a great taste We may date And who knows Do the dang thang But I'm in the mood to spit game