| Yeah
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| It’s been a minute right
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| God Over Money, ahhh
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| Welcome to The Messenger 4, Bizzle
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| Yea
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| Ever since I started dropping it they doubted it in my style
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| Said I’m too dominate or rhyming, it’s just tryna get clout
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| I put my time in this, I’m confident that I am His child
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| They said I’m not a God, I’m finding out they not with Him now
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| I’m winning J, I’m winning Ross, I’m winning Ye on records
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| Who knew one day that me and Ye would sound the same on records
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| I know they hate our message, but can’t escape our methods
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| I drop A-time bombs, napalm flame on records
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| I ain’t pursue this, who knew this music would do what it would
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| I was so new to this, but through it keep it true as I could
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| I don’t embellish it to sell em', won’t finesse it to win
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| Long as He bless it, I’ll forever be a threat with a pen
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| Never suppress the message just to make a secular friend
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| I put that pressure on there neck and disrespected they trends
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| But I ain’t never pretend, like I was perfect
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| Too many verses confessing my sin, for me to ever condemn
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| I scream God Over Money and He made it a thing
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| I found some riders down to squad up and we made it a team
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| So many hated on me, saying, «Just wait and you’ll see. |
| His little fifteen
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| seconds of fame are fading a week.»
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| But got favor on me, see I could flex but I won’t
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| Okay I try, but oh my God this fifteen seconds been long
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| I know it’s petty but bro, that was like three hundred fifteen million three
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| hundred and sixty thousand seconds ago
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| I’m still here
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| Haha
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| No but fo-real tho
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| To God be all the glory
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| Ten years fully independent
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| Putting God Over Money
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| Here’s to the next ten
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| In Jesus name
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| Yea |