Psalm Songtext
von 7xvethegenius

How you posed to feel when everybody call you The One and you′re like 3 days and 2 cent down on your luck
Number 7 was a lesson and a valuable one but a heavy crown adds more like you carry the 1
I got dreams to find a king and then marrying one
Probably make the Holy Trinity the Father and son
They tell me 7xve you out of line I say I know where I'm at
I packed my hope and all my hustle in a bag when I left
They want to put me in a box or they′ll be boxing me out
I gotta play the game cause all this shit Monopoly now
I bought a car and bought a puppy thinking that was the peace
Until I pick him up when down and put him back on his feet
I put a ribbon on decisions and then rap on beat
I'm in this bitch with such precision ain't none after I leave
I tell the story of the ghetto and what′s left of the hope
Sometimes I wish my ancestors weren′t captured on boats
Cause who am I when you decide what my worth is?
You don't know what these scars costs me this shit perfect
I′ve always had dreams didn't know i deserved shit
Cause we come from the streets nah mean on some curb shit
It′s making me nervous they telling me I'm better than you
I′m still seeing imperfections I'm just telling the truth


That might be misdirection from not having a lead
It took a while for me to see what I was after was me
And when they find out who I am I don't want attention
Just put me with the g.o.a.t.′s when my name is finally mentioned
My mother was in the kitchen my father was not around
He missed him a couple steps, this ain′t no Bobby Brown
I really know how this sound it sound like I'm posed to be here
I′m scanning a rapper down he's food and he′s groceries here
We not used to luxury here been down for a couple of years but bitch when I'm finally up there won′t be no touching me there
I gotta go heavily throttled with model bitches with bottles
Who only after the money and flipping that shit followed
I'm bouta give what I wished yall would've did with this shit
I watch study and sit and talk making me sick
And nah I′m not a this and nah I′m not a that
So y'all can hold all the applause
Cause when they clap where I′m from the curtains close and you done
I heard a couple of shots, I said I only need one
Is yall stressing me done? Do yall know what this is?
My Aunt Stephanie's son was shot down as a kid
My big cousin a blood my bestfriend was a crip
And he just got 40 and he does not live
Now this all here for me man I deserve this shit
I′m telling the sheep that I be leading yall ain't heard this shit
Except for this evening told Skeese don′t know what nervous is
Man niggas dying every day we gotta murder this shit

I really gotta get a verse off to get the hurt off just gonna touch on my life
I really gotta get a verse off to get the hurt off just gonna speak on my life
I really gotta get a verse off to get the hurt off just gonna talk on my life
I really gotta get the verse off I'm getting hurt off every time that I write