LYRICS GAME

God, give me your miraculous hand

The smoke from Mary Jane made me forget the things

I tried to lo-o-ove, it turned ba-a-ad

The money drove me, I started to hu-u-ustle

I ran away, my soul was tired

I have no future, my vo-o-o-oice has it

I gave thanks in the bad times and I progressed with nothing, I don't know about you

F*ck that, I saw lies on their face and weird sh*t

I ran away, my soul was tired

I have no future, my vo-o-o-oice has it

I gave thanks in the bad times and I progressed with nothing, I don't know about you

F*ck that, I saw lies on their face and weird sh*t

I never excluded people, people left on their own

I know who was always there, several of them died on me

I keep it in my mind

I notice the progress, tomorrow I'll be a genius

But today I'm a madman

A madman that has a dream, life gave us little

And though I've lived a lot, I saw shell cases

I saw clean money, dirty money

I've got cunning, I got out the ghetto

But I never sold you a speech

I do Trap, Trap-Rap, Pop, Pop Funk, and in none do I displease you

I apologize, I saw the abyss and I'm not scared anymore

I'm no longer the same as before

I focused my mind, to be a singer

The one that didn't want to be part turned away

I know that my worth went to plenty

I changed my musicality

I don't empathize with their reality

F*ck the world and its humanity

My soul didn't let me change

I ran away, my soul was tired

I have no future, my vo-o-o-oice has it

I gave thanks in the bad times and I progressed with nothing, I don't know about you

F*ck that, I saw lies on their face and weird sh*t

God, give me your miraculous hand

The smoke from Mary Jane made me forget the things

I tried to lo-o-ove, it turned ba-a-ad

The money drove me, I started to hu-u-ustle