Drew the Kid - Gods Gift

Yeah yeah
Semi-automatic
lockin' up they downfall
Semi-automatic If I want it, gotta have it
Gotta grab it, gotta have it just in case they pocket watching
Watching how they talkin' all together, lames be fuckin' interlocking
Locking up the downfall, Drew the MC got no option, stole my style
That's adoption; Drew he got that vocal toxin
No such thing as antitoxin, breathing time is getting less
Lesser than they ego cause they steady lying to they self
They ain't on my level; they deny it even to they self
Say that you the greatest? but to do that, gotta be the best
But before you try lil brodie, know that I ain't like the rest
By the time it's over with you might just need a fuckin' rest
Money bags up under eyes, like brodie I don't need no rest
Lethal lyrics out the barrel, bearably that ain't imperil
Brodie need some new apparel; way I'm movin' with the peril
This my year, like fuck it now I'm on my shit a different level
Different type of fucking level, spiritually I'm just his vessel
Life is just a test, can you tell me who you run with?
New York to the West, Drew he proving he done with
All these fucking haters, know my numbers they can count bitch
I don't need no favor, God's gift I ain't done with
Life is just a test, can you tell me who you run with?
New York to the West, Drew he proving he done with
All these fucking haters, know my numbers they can count bitch
I don't need no favor, God's gift I ain't done with
God's gift I ain't done with, lyrics with the substance
That a get you thinking all about your main existence
Bout just how it finish only God know, keep it wishing
Bout just how my vision be so vivid, gettin
Lucid, lucid, lucid
Zone 8 that's the movement, movement, movement
Zone 8 how we do shit, do shit, do shit, do shit
Numbers talkin' for me, I don't even need to prove shit
Said he known to pill pop, push me then I might pop
Trust me, I've been waiting for this moment, shit it won't stop
Any chance for you to be above me? boy, please stop
Stop it with the talking, with the bullshit; man it will not
Get you anywhere but disrespected, so just please stop
Quitting on my dreams, just keep on wishin', cause I will not
Give up all my passion, made it happen, had to grind hard
Grind hard
Man, you know the rest
Life is just a test, can you tell me who you run with?
New York to the West, Drew he proving he done with
All these fucking haters, know my numbers they can count bitch
I don't need no favor, God's gift I ain't done with
Life is just a test, can you tell me who you run with?
New York to the West, Drew he proving he done with
All these fucking haters, know my numbers they can count bitch
I don't need no favor, God's gift I ain't done with
Gods gift
Gods gift
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Gods gift
Yeah yeah
Know that I ain't done with

Written by:
Andrew Jenkins

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