(Prod. By Iamsu Of The Invasion) - Father God lyrics

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(Prod. By Iamsu Of The Invasion) - Father God lyrics

(Intro) Yea True story Real life Uh Bow Your Head Bow Your Head Bow Your Head Uh Yea, yea (Verse 1) I'm not a king, b**h I'm a Pharaoh Wear Bathing Ape for My apparel I told my homies let me lead the way I pray to God I see another day I'm 23 and ball like 23 In every other month I make like 10 at least SPANISH Mamasita tell her Ven Aqui With some lime-a-ritas when we in a suite f** a thousand dollars I spend that on sneaks f** a thousand dollars I spend that on jeans These n***as never felt no hunger pain I used to steal food to fill my dinner plate Where I'm from people dyin every day Doin what they can, they try to make a way Where I'm from people dyin every day Doin what they can, they try to make a way Bow Your Head Bow Your Head Now let us pray Uh Now let us pray Uh uh Said bow your head Let us pray Father God, let us see another day Now bow your head Let us pray Father God, let us see another day (Verse 2) I could go a whole lifetime without yo co-sign uh Cuz I write dope lines Dopper than coke lines I've been here for the whole time I ain't never had no time to sit So homie, it's go time And I can't make no promises ‘Cause it's all about the almighty dollar Came from the land of the lost and forgotten Drake told n***as that he started from the bottom But you dig a little deeper, and that's probably where you'll find us Find us in the middle of the city steady grinding Came up from the bottom of the bottom tryna come up Young king, I don't want my head cut off People act funny when the bread cut off Placin my vote that I never turned as you know Turnt up like I popped some Adderall Lateral pa** is success to my homies, I never thought twice it was simply a matter of fact Stackin them racks, hopin off stages across the globe Learning bout things only God should know Steadily stackin my broccoli though, watch me go Ape sh** on these n***as Too dumb on these hoes Stackin up my bills Countin all this dough And these things that came from rap You better get that through your skull I'mma eat until I'm full, I'm shinin on you, never dull it aye Bout here really Bout here really Now let us pray Now let us pray Bout here really Bout here really Let us pray, let us pray Father God, let me see another day Bout here really Bout here really Let us pray, let us pray Father God, let me see another day Have mercy on my soul But really I'll turn up Have mercy on my soul