Sean Auguste - Devotion lyrics

Slave Owner: We gon' k** this n***a, we gon k** him dead We gon' do more than hang him, we gon' give him television and radio and fast food We gon k** a man! Slave Owner: What's that goddamn noise? Sounds like these n***as are celebrating! Sammy, who's that? Sean: Turn me up, if you heard Paying and Praying one Slave Owner: Who's that n***a on that naan? With you for me who can be against me Whoever try i feel sorry for em' Pop forgive me when I'm acting manly I'll get in contact with my godly form Take off my snappy in the house Open doors for my old lady Open door for my relatives Split it up 100 ways I'm a real gentlemen Like Fonzworth and Jidenna I feel like kid again More i keep having have kids so... Shout out to eldest And shoutout to my youngest All these lil n***as in between i be sonnin' You n***as don't know nothing I'll be Kiss or Joe Budden Before i go with no substance What OG's you grew up with Talking to the kid that wore his T-shirt in the pool Talking to the kid that sold his T-shirts at his school Now you talking to the man that made research look cool Removed from the dunce cap Corner or that stool That they sat me in The cla** Never paid attention Headphones under my hoodie Sorry I wasn't listening But I recorded my notes Well the ones that she wrote On a CD so I can pa** math cla** with a B Peep the potential and the genius that just flow through my head Even as a youngin hugging my Hulk Hogan in bed Don't throw a funeral Call the party people when I'm dead And you can put me in the ground and my ideas in effect (whew) I'm on LOA from 9 to 5 no PTO Just to meetings up here at Interscope I needed this breather, that's just a mental note Kuz I been doing my sh** you know how that sh** go Kuz we been grinding like miners Since a minor Before my Momma died got fired for fighting Undecided and I don't knows That won't get you through life I decided live what I chose I can sleep through the night Its no regrets Even if this tattoo is misspelled Over budget and my accounts is witheld Acting like a rich n***a Just kidding my damn self When you grind this hard you know you can't fail I know I won't fail And I won't say yes just kuz you want too Them your feelings I'm not responsible And these my feelings you not that powerful The only thing that's negative's my medical record Talking perfect picture of health I got my diet in check I can't keep dodging all these women So I gotta protect it Have each of sign a waiver and leave they phone at the desk My life is crazy It's crazy how it turned out My life is crazy It's crazy how it turned I thank God how it turned out (BRIDGE by Jordan Llyod) Life is crazy It's crazy how it turned out My life is crazy It's crazy how it turned out Thank God how it turned out