Chuck Acid - Pace lyrics

[Intro] I hear all that sh** [Pre-Chorus] I got food for your soul n***a Gobble up if your sh** lack Only spitting that fresh sh** Dentals looking like Tic Tacs Said I came for my title belt These n***as try to box me in Like Chris Brown, no oxygen Jail cell how they lock him in [Verse 1] We got to pick up the pace, yeah We got to keep up the faith, yeah Demons near in my rear view Keep swerving might steer through Maybe Hova might hear you I'm holding my breathe for my blessings No Jay but I'm near blue And rolling it up when I'm stressing Girl back from her home town Picking up where we left at When I'm working, my phone down I never hit her with the text back She got to keep up the faith I got to pick up the pace I'm burning my bridges Temptations ahead of me Blurring my vision I ditch them [Chorus] Whip it up on the stove Bet they buy what I wrote like dope Funny 'cause this sh** help me cope with life I hope I write my wrongs and it's me they quote I don't need sorrow or sympathy I send the bodies to n***as who sent for me I know that dying ain't meant for me I give it to God and the rest is me [Pre-Chorus] I got food for your soul n***a Gobble up if your sh** lack Only spitting that fresh sh** Dentals looking like Tic Tacs Said I came for my title belt These n***as try to box me in Like Chris Brown no oxygen Jail cell how they lock him in [Chorus] Whip it up on the stove Bet they buy what I wrote like dope Funny 'cause this sh** help me cope with life I hope I write my wrongs and it's me they quote See I don't need sorrow or sympathy See I send the bodies to n***as who sent for me I know that dying ain't meant for me I give it to God and the rest is me