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! . 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... . 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 . CHORUS REPETITION . 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 . ENDING CHORUS