Letra de God's Winkin'
Build brick by brick up to the all seeing eye in the sky
Whether architect or whippin' all the white up to buy
Archetype, case study of the calls in your mind
Whether architect or whippin' all the white up to buy
Archetype, case study of the calls in your mind
Devil on your shoulder, old one who was taught to defy
Life's trending upward, clock strikes 3:33
I be up on the self-improvement, do I see what I see?
When the dom's free, fucker you can think what you think
Is freedom an illusion so I keep on the street
Laugh, that's irreverent, road to heaven paved
Note from the reverend, so you're weak, it's no seven days
So it's deaded, so prophetic, two phones, Kevin Gates
Holster on the waste, load to waste and blow off your face!
Rack my brain 'cause I never let shit slide, you'll get schooled
Put my soul into the pen, you write up shit with pencils
Kitchen sink full of mental kinks, forms a dense pool
Drown in doubt again and get another sign from this fool, like
In this world, it seems like god winks
Tryin' to tell us
Give me signs, show me I'm on the
Right path or the wrong one
It's not all cut and dry, stayin' up at night
Prayin' maybe my music will take off energized
But every month or two, shit increasingly difficult
Like if God is keepin' me pissed for reasons I'm missin' out
The moment I get on my grind and get into it
All of time is my opponent and my mind is my influence
So I better get to typing all these stats 'til I'm infamous
As the one who made a livin' off ignorin' the instruments
When I was growin' up and everybody was pickin'
Either you playin' on the court or you gon' end up convicted
Sentenced to life of livin' simple, work in graveyard 'til extinction
Wake up, work, you wake up, work, you wake, no intermission
But every time I hop into this state of pure indifference
I go leaning to the side of where I really start to listen
To the shit that's really tellin' me, "Bitch, you gotta envision
What you really need to do this entire time I been winkin'!"
Like, damn
In this world, it seems like god winks
Tryin' to tell us
Give me signs, show me I'm on the
Right path or the wrong one
Yo, the flow finesse youngins, check the run-ins
Envy-eyin' snakes at the function, check 'em for assumptions
You know the champ stay bumpin' in the burg, soon enough Everywhere with the verse I spit, get the tournaments ready
Lived and learned a bit, but we in it for the long haul
Not that, “bet he get a couple plays, then he long gone"
Tryna start small, build my brand up, not too many get the chance to spill a stanza or see a crowd of hands up, feel the Champsta Youngins bow when he answers, they shout my name
Don’t you doubt my grace, that cloud it shapes up to risin' rain
Thunder strikes the page, wanna ride my wave
My cries done came, they’ll cite that day summer hides and fades
The boy made hell froze over, yes, that well honed soldier
With them self-woes bolder, one day I'll thank the lord
For how my wealth grown closure, uh
In this world, it seems like god winks
Tryin' to tell us
Give me signs, show me I'm on the
Right path or the wrong one
Life's trending upward, clock strikes 3:33
I be up on the self-improvement, do I see what I see?
When the dom's free, fucker you can think what you think
Is freedom an illusion so I keep on the street
Laugh, that's irreverent, road to heaven paved
Note from the reverend, so you're weak, it's no seven days
So it's deaded, so prophetic, two phones, Kevin Gates
Holster on the waste, load to waste and blow off your face!
Rack my brain 'cause I never let shit slide, you'll get schooled
Put my soul into the pen, you write up shit with pencils
Kitchen sink full of mental kinks, forms a dense pool
Drown in doubt again and get another sign from this fool, like
In this world, it seems like god winks
Tryin' to tell us
Give me signs, show me I'm on the
Right path or the wrong one
It's not all cut and dry, stayin' up at night
Prayin' maybe my music will take off energized
But every month or two, shit increasingly difficult
Like if God is keepin' me pissed for reasons I'm missin' out
The moment I get on my grind and get into it
All of time is my opponent and my mind is my influence
So I better get to typing all these stats 'til I'm infamous
As the one who made a livin' off ignorin' the instruments
When I was growin' up and everybody was pickin'
Either you playin' on the court or you gon' end up convicted
Sentenced to life of livin' simple, work in graveyard 'til extinction
Wake up, work, you wake up, work, you wake, no intermission
But every time I hop into this state of pure indifference
I go leaning to the side of where I really start to listen
To the shit that's really tellin' me, "Bitch, you gotta envision
What you really need to do this entire time I been winkin'!"
Like, damn
In this world, it seems like god winks
Tryin' to tell us
Give me signs, show me I'm on the
Right path or the wrong one
Yo, the flow finesse youngins, check the run-ins
Envy-eyin' snakes at the function, check 'em for assumptions
You know the champ stay bumpin' in the burg, soon enough Everywhere with the verse I spit, get the tournaments ready
Lived and learned a bit, but we in it for the long haul
Not that, “bet he get a couple plays, then he long gone"
Tryna start small, build my brand up, not too many get the chance to spill a stanza or see a crowd of hands up, feel the Champsta Youngins bow when he answers, they shout my name
Don’t you doubt my grace, that cloud it shapes up to risin' rain
Thunder strikes the page, wanna ride my wave
My cries done came, they’ll cite that day summer hides and fades
The boy made hell froze over, yes, that well honed soldier
With them self-woes bolder, one day I'll thank the lord
For how my wealth grown closure, uh
In this world, it seems like god winks
Tryin' to tell us
Give me signs, show me I'm on the
Right path or the wrong one
