The Messenger Returns (Intro) Songtext
von Bizzle
The Messenger Returns (Intro) Songtext
Yeah
It′s been a minute right
God Over Money, ahhh
Welcome to The Messenger 4, Bizzle! Yeah
Ever since I started dropping it, they doubted it was not in my style
Said I'm too dominate or rhyming, it′s just tryna get clout
I put my time in this, I'm confident that I am His child
They said I'm not a God, I′m finding out they not with Him now
I′m winning Jay, I'm winning Ross, I′m winning Ye on records
Who knew one day that me and Ye would sound the same on records
I know they hate our message, but can't escape our methods
I drop A-time bombs, napalm flame on records
I ain′t pursue this, who knew this music would do what it would
I was so new to this, but through it keep it true as I could
I don't embellish it to sell ′em, won't finesse it to win
Long as He bless it, I'll forever be a threat with a pen
Never suppress the message just to make a secular friend
I put that pressure on their neck and disrespected they trends
But I ain′t never pretend, like I was perfect
Too many verses confessing my sin, for me to ever condemn
I scream, "God Over Money" and He made it a thing
I found some riders down to squad up and we made it a team
So many hated on me, saying, "Just wait and you′ll see
His little 15 seconds of fame are fading a week"
But God-favor on me, see I could flex but I won't
Okay I try, but oh my God this 15 seconds been long
I know it′s petty but bro,
That was like three hundred fifteen million
Three hundred and sixty thousand seconds ago
I'm still here
Hahahaha
No but fo-real though
To God be all the glory
Ten years fully independent
Putting God Over Money
Here′s to the next ten
In Jesus name
Yeah!
It′s been a minute right
God Over Money, ahhh
Welcome to The Messenger 4, Bizzle! Yeah
Ever since I started dropping it, they doubted it was not in my style
Said I'm too dominate or rhyming, it′s just tryna get clout
I put my time in this, I'm confident that I am His child
They said I'm not a God, I′m finding out they not with Him now
I′m winning Jay, I'm winning Ross, I′m winning Ye on records
Who knew one day that me and Ye would sound the same on records
I know they hate our message, but can't escape our methods
I drop A-time bombs, napalm flame on records
I ain′t pursue this, who knew this music would do what it would
I was so new to this, but through it keep it true as I could
I don't embellish it to sell ′em, won't finesse it to win
Long as He bless it, I'll forever be a threat with a pen
Never suppress the message just to make a secular friend
I put that pressure on their neck and disrespected they trends
But I ain′t never pretend, like I was perfect
Too many verses confessing my sin, for me to ever condemn
I scream, "God Over Money" and He made it a thing
I found some riders down to squad up and we made it a team
So many hated on me, saying, "Just wait and you′ll see
His little 15 seconds of fame are fading a week"
But God-favor on me, see I could flex but I won't
Okay I try, but oh my God this 15 seconds been long
I know it′s petty but bro,
That was like three hundred fifteen million
Three hundred and sixty thousand seconds ago
I'm still here
Hahahaha
No but fo-real though
To God be all the glory
Ten years fully independent
Putting God Over Money
Here′s to the next ten
In Jesus name
Yeah!
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