Ryan Buntley - More Divine lyrics

[Visionary] I'm way too young for the sh** that's in my mind I'm way too young for the sh** that's in my mind How is you talking down on me With your back against the wall? You ain't following your dreams You can't be standing tall Wait, you ain't standing at all Ohhhh! [Verse 1] Caught you off guard with the trap flow Least you could do is tip your cap tho I got ahold of things, I don't ever pull strings I be picking that sh** like a banjo And my plan hoe Is dicing every flow Keep you iced until you're cold And it's nice for me to know that you can't go On no more, oh hell no Thought you was in it for the long haul? I don't see you cheering where's your Pom poms? Got tired of waiting and you lost all your patience Now you're running down field for the long ball Me I'm just chilling in the pocket Peeping all the routes til I find the right door and unlock it co*k it back and shoot me dead I said shoot me dead If you think I'm selling my soul I know heavens above above And hell is below its inevitable Just where I'm gonna go Is no question at all What's questionable Is these seven week old rappers And they mentioning dough Like they getting in tho These are the ones that I'm worried about when it comes to selling a soul [Hook] I'm way too young for the sh** that's in my mind I'm way too sprung on being first in line What's funny is you think I'm talking bout the fame (hah!) Man that's a game and it's lame Nah I'm thinking more divine First in line to heaven but Still living in the present Anything I'm given in this life I'll take it as a present [Verse 2] I'm a crazy little f**er with a flow so mean And some hopeful dreams Only thing I'm missing is something more better than this so so team No no please There ain't no being buddy buddy Once I got the money money You know it's steady coming Like you already fronted So move from the front to the back of line I still got love but sorry, you on the back of my mind So come back when I got time sh** that might be never cuz I'm back on my grind I'm done being worried bout bagging the dimes Cuz I can't fit the rhymes When my minds not in prime time Like a ticking time bomb Go off then my light shine See it in the night time Huh, hi mom Caught between speaking prophetically or pathetically But hypothetically doing both is a necessity And it's hella scary that it's necessary For hella swearing in a blessed sharing Of words It's absurd It's some bull sh** Like ya turds There's your pathetic sh** Here's your prophetic sh** If your life in pieces you'll be feeling this sh** I got the hand of Jesus like I'm nailing this sh** Hanging on the cross At the cross roads with a lost soul And half full gla** of holy water I could drink it now and probably connect right now with the holy father But why drink it now? I should save it for a time when that's my only water Being a son of god is a one time job So savor that sh** just like a lollipop Imma sum it up God is always with you but don't always a**ist you You may ask for help and it seem like he ditch you But he did you a favor He's letting you know you can do it on your own So make a wish later You'll know when it's time Listen to your heart man don't listen to your mind And trust when I say I'm too young for the sh** that's in my mind Too young Too young [Hook] I'm way too young for the sh** that's in my mind I'm way too sprung on being first in line What's funny is you think I'm talking bout the fame Man that's a game and it's lame Nah I'm thinking more divine First in line to heaven but Still living in the present Anything I'm given this life I'll take it as a present