Lyrics N.T.A. - Mission, Evan Ford

N.T.A.

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Mmm
All of You None of Me
Let go
Look
Woke up this morning
Seen another day
Thank the Lord I’m breathin'
Then get on my way
Everything is everything
Yeah, I must say
We some warriors, man
I’m headed to the bank
Can I be me without my gimmicks?
The dirty one that used to pay
You know, the menace
But they still want me?
Prolly not
That’s why I trust a God to clean
Yeah, regardless of the spots
And the stains that I got
Uh, this on my chest
I gotta get it out
You ain’t believe in me then
Don’t believe in me now, huh
Look
And that prolly sound bitter
But if you knew me back then
You shoulda knew I wasn’t a quitter, uh
It just hurts
How you can give up on me
I was low, I was empty
But I fill up on He
I confess and I believe
But I still been deceived
I had to wrestle, not make moves
Only motions like I’m Eve, hold up
I see you been callin' lately
But my phone be busy
And you’re hardly reachin' me
When I see you, we hardly speak
'Cause there’s nothin' to talk about
'Cause I’ve been gettin', gettin' to it
No, there’s nothin' to talk about
'Cause I’ve been gettin', gettin' to it, oh, oh
Oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, uh, I apologize
If this message gets you down
You can choose to hold yo' peace
Or you can speak now
It really should uplift
It all depends on yo' perception
Just me, you know, worryin' 'bout me
Just worry 'bout you, man, get yo' blessing
I’ve been cool with the King
So I had to shift direction
Been gettin' to the money
But movin' with discretion
I see the pain comin'
Never run from it
But if it kill me
They gon' say I kept it one hunnid
Real talk
I won’t regret it
And since He paid with His life, man
I’m forever debted
He the One who gave the gift
So I’m humble, won’t take the credit
If grace let me slide
Then I’m forever debit
Put my phone on silent
Just so I don’t see the call
'Cause most my income
It just distract me from my call
And I never had it all
But it never made me stall
Ask why He ain’t answer
I’ve been busy with my call
I see you been callin' lately
But my phone be busy
And you’re hardly reachin' me
When I see you, we hardly speak
'Cause there’s nothin' to talk about
'Cause I’ve been gettin', gettin' to it
No, there’s nothin' to talk about
'Cause I’ve been gettin', gettin' to it, oh, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh
Agee, boy
God, boy, you should
What, what, my son ain’t good enough?
Golee,
Bruh, you ain’t gotta act like that 'cause you goin' home to Michigan
Mission, you see the same thing
Come on, man, don’t do me like this, bruh