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Correct Divine Guidance Lyrics
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(Turn it up, bliss) Divine guidance It's that gifted boy Hit Always on that present ish Treat everything like a holiday and I just got my settlement Commas I tend to see, arrested development And they can't snooze on my clique, the rest is irrelevant We settled in, me and my fellowship I can't tell you how long I've been telling them Look what rejection did, questioning Got a nigga rev'ed up, in charge Like Charles on that sit-com Got too many missed calls and my fam pissed off But I swear to God I miss y'all on this tenth floor of this hotel And it's cold as fuck out in New York But what's up mama how is you enjoying your new porch? That's just a portion of my appreciation For everything that you laid Inside of my soul, righting my wrongs Telling me why, shit I should know Seven years old I start to get cold We go to the store said pick out a coat It wasn't the Nike one but you still buy me one And that's why I love you the most, wait There's more that I need you to know I love you for making me go to church on Fair Oaks Sunday school early in the AM, didn't want to go Sent prayers up on that church bench Then a player got chose Chasing them Franklins, trying to live like Kirk This ain't for the faint of heart, I really put in work 'Cause I don't like to dream about getting paid I'm 'bout my Luccini like Geechi Suede Plus, I know somebody that know somebody Grandma's favorite, Hov would relate That's why we chop and cape Known for the faith Move mountains with the spirit of a giant Who doubting I out 'em on some David and Goliath Saving and supplying I ain't take the safe alliance Ain't no sharing meals They rather see you on a diet I know niggas with priors and a quarter-life crisis New cases my daddy's fighting got me praying for guidance Ain't no textbook lessons when that checkbook's shredded Either way another day is another blessing, I'm restless This the seventh day I haven't rested I hope my niggas get away before they get arrested It's too much time invested in doing time Clock's ticking, mama crying Stop tripping, make up your mind Make up for time lost behind We lost and behind Orderly fashion, rich woman closet It's all by design In memory of Rest in peace to William Jackson Rest in peace to fashion That's my family I remember used to ride around Used to tell me I was gonna be a star You was gonna do my videos I'm finna go up, just for y'all It's gospel in these sixteens, every word I speak Cooking a remedy HB minsitries OG's who took trips for the bread Then took trips to the feds told me not to be misled Use your head A nigga got this shit down to a science now Neil deGrasse Tyson, it's easy to cast judgement when you're unenlightened Fingers sticky from the chronic leaves Still falling to my knees hundreds falling out my jeans at the offering Let the choir sing
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