Eric Eugene Bush - Proper Preparation (Acapella)

I got proper preparation.
Seperating bullshit from blessings segregration.
I cant be no doctor I been waiting lost my patience.
Can of corn for lunch I dont need more inspiration.
Thinking about my ancestors thinking about little Haiti.
Remember when my bitch thought I was a game and tried to play me.
Pastors want me in their church but I dont need the saving.
Bitches want me for a birth but I dont need the baby.
I risk to live and know my worth so why would I be playing.
These bitches most aint worth the dirt so why would I be paying.
Dont ride a wave because I cant surf but I hopped in that water.
They ride the wave and I cant surf its crazy I go farther.
Call me Thor Odin son I'm warring with my father.
He cant be bothered see my sons that piss me off more harder.
Past tense seperation no Lilo and Stitch.
Present tense fuck a Disney we more locked in than a bitch.
Little Baby go harder than hard, yeah I go cement.
MLB, bitch found out about the others she pitch a fit.
Nothing given, so I go get everything I can get.
Shining so hard you see me through the five percent on the tint.
cnd the flow so fie you think I'm smoking I aint smoking shit.
Demons all around my money curse me if Im showing shit.
God got me now I'm godly how I'm out here growing rich.
cnd I am my brothers keeper so you know I show him bitch.

Written by:
Eric Bush

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