Verse 1 (Eivard) :
I've been saved by the Holy spirit..
Seeing fake n***as trynna steal my lyrics...
Ama burn their faces turn'em to a Kiwi...
Lil hommie tough like a Turner Timmy
Been busy, been busy working...
Enough with the stressing I ain't got no soul key...
The Devil buying souls ama bust hz low knee...
Entitled to Jesus u ain't got to worry
Yeah!!!
Ama pray for y'all... Y'all need prayers ama save ur souls
Yeah! Yeah! Ama save ur souls...
U hatin on my tape, "Take me Heaven" boi!
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Chorus :
Yeah ×2
Why u hatin on me...
U see me looking blessed
Why u hatin on me...
Ama make a move
Why u hatin on me...
n***a why u stressing
Why u hatin on me...
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Verse 2 :
Yeah... Walitabiri nitakuwa nabii...
But I chose music so I could set u free...
These n***as still hatin I don't give a iissshh...
I got Jesus on me ama live for him
I had a dream I would be something...
Mama praying for me I would be a lil king...
Representing Christ I ain't got no limits...
I speak holiness yeah I got that spirit
Look me up, look me up maann...
Call me Clark Kent no Superman...
Toka Mikocheni ama be the man...
Hit me hit me up if u need me then
I got allies...no new friends
Don't need dollars... Ama serve fresh
Ama sing with vibe, it's a revolution...
Free my n***a Lutta, he be on rotation
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CHORUS REPETITION
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Verse 3 :
I met thz dude just the other day...
He told me n***a hujui u just need more space...
I told him u a hater u just hatin on me...
Nimekuzidi uwezo unifikii hommie
Then I grew with the confidence...
Writing more bars to lift up my name...
They told me practice is what makes u perfect...
And that same n***a he now sees me perfect
Maan I just thank God!
He made a young boy... Look like hz dad...
And that's a hyperbole to u French peasants (low cla** n***as)
Lemme toast to that for u fake n***as
Ama sing with pa**ion...
Grammy awards got me feeling cautious...
Talking real sense... U be talking nonsense...
Yeah I praise God... I be feeling happy
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ENDING CHORUS