Cardiak - God Hour lyrics

[Produced by Cardiak] Bank Sinatra Yo, was taught a good lesson when I peep vision Had to change my profession every week's different Different measures make a week business Cry my confession as the priest listen I done a lot, moved a lot of thangs Didn't get what I expect, but it was not a thang I just wanted my respect and then it probably came Was introduced to that connect and now I got a lane Front of the whole block on the whole block n***as balling but tricking them like the globe trots Bout 90k for this royal oak yellow gold watch I'm moving yay everyday and wave to patrol cops, hi Cold shop, but get your sell on Go to the crib for a minute, but keep your cell on Hundred grams on the table, will keep your scale on Make sure you shoot em it's fatal or you'll be well gone! [Hook] Remember who your friends and a**ociates Before you ride out you better know who you rollin with Everybody play the game, but who controlling it Tnt patrolling it, the streets all hold in it I'ma show you how the slime move Cartier chest box, i can time choose 25 hunned on designer shoes Going broke, mission impossible, Tom Cruise 22's on that Bent Truck, .22 and that's been tucked Cost 22 for that brick cut, got 22 on my mens up Yeah we cool but I've been f**ed Old news, man I old school, Liberace look at my gold j**els Far from broke but hold tools So don't move, black glove and that 9 oh Get hit with that rhino, let mind go, you be a whino Laid out, I'm in grind mode, don't worry bout what I sign for My j**elry box like a time show Bout a hundred rocks on my time show Young Shyne Poe , bad boy in this gang land We in all just to maintain, I'm chiefing hard like bang bang When in your car, that game change Hoppin out of that maybach, I push bu*tons like playbacks Wrist Rocky get A$AP Take that, take that Never like that fake sh**, that b**h sh**, that snake sh** I'm rich b**h and I'm wasted Big fifs on them laces, big wrist and them bracelets All in your grill with no braces I'm who they feel so embrace it [Hook] I don't know how to chill, I got a deal, crills to eat Squeezed a lot of steel, I gotta feel, bill for beef Learned a lot from block murderers that k**ed the streets You ain't ready to batter pitch, play the field at least, play ball It's real, my peeps see me back in the strip He pulled up laughing like see you back on your sh** I'm like how I'ma bubble with its either rapping or this He told me he gotta hustle that's just a slap on the wrist I hear you He put me under the check game Started busting 55's, hope every check bang Once I got it live, dope and the wet came Connects came, I paid them all with correct change It's morals, values and principles The more you value the principles Cause more value is principled If you gonna k** em, turn up the volume and give em two [Hook]