Sylvan LaCue - Fall From Grace lyrics

[Verse 1] Nah, I don't feel the pressure from you n***as Started from the bottom, told my mama give me two and I'ma turn it into bigger f** about a squad, you should know the name Same pimpin', on the prowl for the crown, no differ All day n***a Took a little while, now they wanna see the crowd roll out for deliver Who you with, who you with? Who you with, who you with? Who you with, who you with? Walk up in this b**h Blessings on the neck, feeling like I touched down for the ship Stressing over what? What competition,? I could barely pay attention, n***a stay in your place All I see is f** n***a's filling my space You know I don't give a f**, why you still in my face? Everybody wanna play f** it, I'm done with them crutches f** all the a**umptions Funny how n***as turn on you as soon as you call out their bluffing Man, what's with the fronting? I be that living example of doing whatever it takes Young Sammy So, when I step to the plate Pulling up in that b**h you ain't got what it takes I need sushi & steak You should be honored I'm great b**h I'm beyond what the rank Got no time for the fake Too busy ducking your queen She don't why I won't bait I asked you to please excuse me from the f**ery It's bad enough can't nobody f** with me I gave time, n***as had luxury Now you motherf**ers stuck with me [Hook] So Help me God I lost my way Don't let me fall Won't fall from grace Thy kingdom come Your will be done I've seen my lows No I won't run So help me God [Verse 2] Why I gotta be the one, why they gotta put me to the test I just don't want the commas and the check n***a, what threat? These n***as been ga**ed, I just figured don't adress No stress for the best Talk about it for a sec You know the game f**ed when there's only three kings, ain't nobody playing chess Coming for their neck You know I got that chip on my shoulder, my n***a don't let me catch wreck Who you with, who you with? Who you with, who you with? You know I don't give a sh** Followed by the leader Liquor by the liter Juan keep a millimeter, gotta keep 'em from the heater Yeah, that's a two-seater Bruce Wayne beamer rolling with some Nitty Scott's & a couple Bad Trina's Off key in the back trying to be Beyonce You know a n***a down with Tinashe Peep how I'm showing you up Funny you calling my bluff I told n***a we could get this money we just gotta be about it They ain't wanna stick around for the cut Now I gotta give a f** Shucks, you missed your turn Everything written I've earned I'm surrounded by frauds Love to come at you with rumors The f** told you you was involved, man I put that on God, dog Peep how that revenue come at you stupid When sh** gets the best of you, I pray for guidance 5,000 dollars could send me right back to My mommas in silence But f** it I'm wyyling If thy cometh at me with silliness Lord knoweth not who they dealing with f** that progressive sh** Rat-tat-tat-tat to your squad n***a thats what I call heaven sent