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Pick Up The Pace (feat. Bayka)

de Cordae

Thank you, Jesus

Listen, I'm back on the road again
Been poppin' them Xans, this shit just might be my demise
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dawg, you just gotta open your eyes

This world is a motherfucker
Filled with all type of bloodsuckers
Put that shit on my blood brother
Ain't no worst feelin' when you tryna run up a million
But they don't got no love for ya
Where the love go when I showed 'em the utmost?
Man, this shit is so cutthroat (thank you Jesus)
That was my mistake, won't make that shit again
Never let niggas up close
So fuck and fuck his mama too
This dedication, why I want the drama too
And I ain't gangster though
But I'd grill a nigga and step over you like Tyronn Lue
Quick pause, but this music industry be fuckin' niggas like a damn prostitute
Fuck 12, but shit, I could cop a few new cribs
Only with the highest view

I'm back on the road again
Been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dawg, you just gotta open your eyes

I already told ya, I had done showed ya
Blam-blam, then I drove off
Xans got me bitin' doors off
I ran out of poppin' zoloft
If he nosy, I'ma knock his nose off
If he holy, I'ma send his soul off (thank you, Jesus)
Trust pastor, I'ma cut his toes off
Must faster, then I cut my hoes off
If he ridin' I'ma cut his tail off
I'm Hugh Heffner with my robe off
One Mike Z robe floss
Been a 24 karat gold boss
To a gun fight, I bring a blow torch
Spendin' new money to fight a old charge
No such thing as no charge
Been high since the Cold War
I already told you like Cordae done told you
You think this a game, and I brought the controllers
Purple the rain, let it fall in the soda
I been drippin' so long, got water erosion
Heart of a solider
My nigga just had a daughter
I just went and bought her a stroller (thank you, Jesus)
My nigga just lost his father
I just went brought him my shoulder

And I'm gettin' smarter and older
Call Mr. Carter the Yoda
We do this all for the culture
I bought a house in Miami
Fuck it, I'm lyin', it's cheaper I bought it in bulk
My nigga just lost his mama
Ain't shit I can do, I just called him and offer some closure
Then I pulled off in a Rover
I thought that I told ya
My nigga, the talkin' is over

I'm back on the road again
Been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dawg, you just gotta open your eyes

Thank you, Jesus
Thank you, Jesus
I will praise you forever

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