Renz Young - Pastures lyrics

[Produced by Renz Young] [Hook] Lord please help me I been running through the pastures With two freaky b**hes and they treat me like the pastor All I needs a deacon rollin sweet up in a black truck Hundred million dollars in the bank but it ain't adding up, Adding up [Verse 1] Yea, I'm back I'm on sh** again Stack you can't get a cent And the club packed you ain't getting in I just been stackin' up stackin' up, know we gonna act it's An event Throw it up act like we get a**ists Love lost back with my innocence Yea, I been at it you know it know it Got the flow cleaner the a Rolls Royce Broke windows when they closed doors Couldn't resist, told me life's a b**h Had to get behind her on my own accord Talking down like they know the boy Tried to sink the ship and went over board Coming down thats true, true I been on it who knew, knew Who would doubt him Probably who forget him n***as sell they soul for some new designer I just raised the rent up made em move from round me Chick throw it back like a new recliner Then I send her home and let Uber drive her I been working everyday and you know it know it And just got two b**hes down to play and they blowing Blowing; I just hit the field and made a play, call that, flea flicking I been living wrong hope the lord know we don't mean sinning I just mean winning; [Hook] Lord please help me I been running through the pastures With two freaky b**hes and they treat me like the pastor All I needs a deacon rollin sweet up in a black truck Hundred million dollars in the bank but it ain't adding up, Adding up [Verse 2] I just been waiting a long time to get it I just been facing the wrong kind sentence I'm just been out on my own now I can't put the phone down it'll be the wrong time to miss it I just been moving that day to day to day Been living like its only one more move to make Trynna blow you could never do the breaks Chick outside never move the gates Just another lie she don't get to tell I been living good, hater wish me well I been on the road trynna get the mail Moving moving trynna stack it stack it it for the moment b**h i wrapped her quick like i don't know Derozan; Might just need a jacket, you don't see the coldest Know it, boy i just keep it going I just keep ignoring all the haters they still mad Trynna get buckets the know it They foul when I'm open i guess thats a clear path Boys wanna harm me but i just put the home on wheels like a RV Trynna find myself ain't sh** you can tell me sh** that you can sell me, I been asking like [Hook] Lord please help me I been running through the pastures With two freaky b**hes and they treat me like the pastor All I needs a deacon rollin sweet up in a black truck Hundred million dollars in the bank but it ain't adding up