Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GOSPEL, artist - DaBaby. Album song KIRK, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Records;, South Coast
Song language: English
GOSPEL |
This shit right here sound like some gospel |
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey |
Ain’t got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty |
I’m ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me |
And the day I die, I bet Lil Jon going down in history |
('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin') |
(No hoe, it’s a no go, I don’t want you) |
And everybody wondering why he come around and don’t say nothing |
('Cause' he be so alone, it’s been so long, I can’t feel nothing) |
Let me pop my shit |
I came from shit, three of us and my mom, she couldn’t pay rent |
Two jobs, all alone, she couldn’t quit |
We was home alone when we was jits |
That’s before I was grown, before I was on |
I ain’t have no shoes, I ain’t have no clothes |
Let me wear your shoes, let me fuck your bitch |
I ain’t have no car, I ain’t have no whip |
Wonder why a nigga cover his ears when y’all talk |
'Cause' it ain’t nobody that can tell me shit |
I just spent 30K on my daughter birthday |
Everybody had fun, nigga everybody lit |
When a nigga go home, I don’t answer my phone |
Everybody wanna leach, everybody want a loan |
Everybody wanna talk, everybody wanna click |
I don’t wanna be friends, nigga get off my dick |
I ain’t have time to think, I ain’t have time to breathe |
I been praying to the Lord, I been talking on my knees |
I been thinking bout my pops, I been thinking bout my opps |
Thinking how I can stop me a nigga when he breathe |
When a nigga play with me, I ain’t looking for my phone |
I ain’t finna drive away, I ain’t looking for my keys |
The fuck these niggas know about me? |
This shit right here sound like some gospel |
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey |
Ain’t got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty |
I’m ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me |
And the day I die, I bet Lil Jon going down in history |
('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin') |
(No hoe, it’s a no go, I don’t want you) |
And everybody wondering why he come around and don’t say nothing |
('Cause' he be so alone, it’s been so long, I can’t feel nothing) |
Put yourself in my shoes |
Like I abandoned the race |
And you ran in my place |
Shoes too big but they use hair strands as a lace, and they break |
When it’s hot outside, you don’t want fans in your face |
When you might want a fan in your face |
When ya man got a heat and a hand on the waist (Band) |
Gotta keep a cool head, niggas got PTSD these days |
Some folks ain’t live to see these days |
I be in the lab like Dex, coolin', taking these Dee Dee breaks |
Long, the PD way, I can write a book like TD Jakes |
Walking around my city in some house shoes |
Know they always wanted someone they could honk and shout too |
Just gotta remember got a family and a house too |
Don’t get caught up with the one that’s still function without you |
This shit right here sound like some gospel |
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey |
Ain’t got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty |
I’m ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me |
And the day I die, I bet Lil Jon going down in history |
('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin') |
(No hoe, it’s a no go, I don’t want you) |
And everybody wondering why he come around and don’t say nothing |
('Cause' he be so alone, it’s been so long, I can’t feel nothing) |
I’m the only nigga left, homie |
It ain’t right how they all went left on me |
Niggas took my heart and they stepped on it |
Lately, I’ve been hanging by myself, homie |
These fuck niggas make me sick, they got my nauseous |
Paranoid, all this money moving cautious |
Flipping quarters on the corner to a baller |
Run up on Gucci, you gone see the coroner |
Bright carrots in my chest, not pointers |
Paris fashion week fresh like a foreigner |
Nigga tried to rob me now he a goner |
Gucci Mane preach that Gospel to the mourners (Wop) |
This shit right here sound like some gospel |
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey |
Ain’t got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty |
I’m ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me |
And the day I die, I bet Lil Jon going down in history |
('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin') |
(No hoe, it’s a no go, I don’t want you) |
And everybody wondering why he come around and don’t say nothing |
('Cause' he be so alone, it’s been so long, I can’t feel nothing) |