Testo Scripture - 6LACK
Testo della canzone Scripture (6LACK), tratta dall'album East Atlanta Love Letter
No matter what, you can't take what I've been through
Imagine if I never went through what I went through
Yeah
Came, up, uh
Ay, I want more
Until I get it I won't slow
I'm on tour
Opening some brand new doors
On top, but we came from the floor
Do you believe in foresight?
(I do, hm-hm, 'cause I can't ignore life)
Look, I wrote this in a hotel the size of a closet
Just to show you that I could do it
Just to show you that it ain't much to it
If you got your hand out, don't be surprised when I look at you stupid
Where were you when it was me and the music?
Don't compare me to no nigga that I'm better than
Still new, but my attitude veteran
And ain't nothing wrong with it
Since six I knew I was gon' get it
I ain't working 'til my palms start itchin'
Ever since a nigga put a gun to my face
That shit do really make you think, yeah
I was thinking 'bout my kid, yeah
Sixteen, didn't even have a kid, yeah
Them bullets really have you thinking about your unborn
Imagine if my whole life was untorn
Imagine when that car flip
Don't call it defeating odds it's
A blessing that I ain't gone yet
I've been getting closer to God (Yeah)
Not a scripture, we been talking direct (Straight line)
Send for me and I send you closer to God (Yeah, word)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm on pace
I figured out this shit ain't no race
Up the stakes
Got hungry, then I scrape the plate
It ain't hard for me to change my ways
Do you believe in foresight?
(I do, hm-hm, 'cause I can't ignore life)
Look, the playing field ain't never been even
I ain't 'bout to make that shit either
See 'em tryna copy my aura, they some readers
Study all you want, but I came up out that freezer
Getting bread across the Mediterranean like a pita
You a heat seeker, speak up
Niggas tellin' me to speed up
You can fit your talent in a B cup
Leaders of the new school, I think they need us
But first, let me light my weed up
My intuition ain't never led me astray
With all this shit on my plate
You'd think I'd be runnin' in place
But I step to that mirror, look myself in the face
Can't nobody take my place, said they got me then they flake
You can try, you can test
You get sent to the gods
I'm a R&B nigga with a hip-hop core
Haha, said I'm a R&B nigga with a hip-hop core, yeah
We just had to do that
If I don't rap anywhere on this people gon' hate me
Credits
Writer(s): Adeyinka Bankole-ojo, Daniel Cartisano, Christopher Justice, Trevor Slade, Harry James Edwards, Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr.
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