| Hey God, what’s poppin'? |
| It’s Skiz again
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| You kept me alive through the wildest shit
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| The girls and the drugs, the low confidence
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| So I got no choice but to represent
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| I should have died like a couple times
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| Living life with no conscience, I lost my mind
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| But now I talk to you like all the time
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| On the real, God, you saved my life
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| Word to my higher power, this shit wasn’t no accident
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| Don’t count me out 'cause I’ve been practicing
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| Searching for the cure to inner problems with external things
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| When I told my family I relapsed, man, they couldn’t believe, sad
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| I lost girls, money through this disease
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| I tried to get out of my skin all cause I couldn’t be me
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| Skiz on the bill, I’m who they came to see
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| They get high but I took it to new degrees, yeah
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| Grew up thinking I had to be perfect
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| And when I failed that I wasn’t worth shit, damn
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| Ease up a bit, done a lot for 26
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| Acting out, cut the shit
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| Wife a chick (Love that chick)
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| I write this verse from raw emotions, genuine place
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| We hit emotional bottoms but the pendulum swings
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| And you gon' be alright no matter what the future brings
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| I’ma be alright, I just gotta believe
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| Hey God, what’s poppin'? |
| It’s Skiz again
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| You kept me alive through the wildest shit
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| The girls and the drugs, the low confidence
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| So I got no choice but to represent
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| I should have died like a couple times
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| Living life with no conscience, I lost my mind
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| But now I talk to you like all the time
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| On the real, God, you saved my life
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| Hey God, what’s poppin'? |
| It’s Miles again
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| You were there like my shadow, you followed me
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| And you turned all them frowns back to smiles again
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| Word to Schwab, shout out Wade, all of my friends
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| I did some wrong, I understand, living a man
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| This is me, the real me, I’m tired of pretending
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| I’m off Twitter, IG, I’m tired of the trends
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| Catch me in NYC, I’m a star in my ends
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| Music went from a hobby to an occupation
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| They see domination, rarely see the complications
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| The implications of my actions got her losing patience
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| And everybody think it’s easy when you make it and you caking
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| But really you always terrified of fading away
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| I want a girl that loves Miles, not just Skiz
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| I want peace, I want love, one day, kids
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| Guess I’ll give it time and talk to my divine
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| Hey God, what’s poppin'? |
| It’s Skiz again
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| You kept me alive through the wildest shit
|
| The girls and the drugs, the low confidence
|
| So I got no choice but to represent
|
| I should have died like a couple times
|
| Living life with no conscience, I lost my mind
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| But now I talk to you like all the time
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| On the real, God, you saved my life |