Sunday Morning Testimonial Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
No friends, selective family
All for the goal of collecting Grammies
Plenty of stress, a mess I can't see
Blessed to stand, I won't accept the plan B
On my left to take a breath as a man
Mom wasn't happy, didn't respect my damn dreams
So what I made lots of new shit,
She rather me stop to do gospel music
But in my defense your honor
I put a vent in the midst of playing shit behind bishop honor
Traded my organ days in for more days of more pain but in more ways I'm patient
My saving grace was a instrumental tape in which I break my pencil tape to say shit
Though I do get offended with hey shit, I made it so now you can't say shit

[Hook:]
Can't nobody make you a man or a woman
So you always gotta do what you can
And if you get tired and you don't understand, just keep in mind
Maybe you can make it alive
Till then just pray that you'd be safe through the night
Just be real with your heart inside, look in my eyes

[Verse 2:]
Two black eyes, broken nose, jumped going home wishing I was holding chrome
Close to overdose from poking holes in my flesh, nowhere close to home
Don't you know that in a city where the streets are nowhere close to gold
I would roam perfecting my I'm just joking flow, so I don't care what you rappers tell me
I had some help from Marshal Mathers LP, a little bit of Pac, of course Rak
And the Roc man, new jay shit god damn, to be the best in the mess I was presented
I played DMX and the stress would get diminished Big L died before his time, but he could understand the after life more than I
So I rhyme to keep saying believe that
Thanks to Andre young and 3 stacks.

[Hook:]
Can't nobody make you a man or a woman
So you always gotta do what you can
And if you get tired and you don't understand, just keep in mind
Maybe you can make it alive
Till then just pray that you'd be safe through the night
Just be real with your heart inside, look in my eyes

[Verse 3:]
When Ye hit the scene, I was excited
Finally someone spits the shit I spit
Sometimes I feel that he spits only that I get
For my approval, like here Charles do you like it?
As for as Wasalu I salute, do what you gotta do
Mohammed is watching you
But sometimes I gotta fit in so I get reckless
Cause reckless shit is all that gets respected
So to the kids crying wishing they was dying
You ain't gotta be like them to get where I am
I keep looking down with a smile
As the best thing coming from H town in awhile
Please don't give up, I almost died chasing this dream with my angry 16s
The age of 16, the grave had missed me, so I swear on my all that I'm making history

[Hook: x2]
Can't nobody make you a man or a woman
So you always gotta do what you can
And if you get tired and you don't understand, just keep in mind
Maybe you can make it alive,
Till then just pray that you'd be safe through the night
Just be real with your heart inside, look in my eyes

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