Fayde - 98 lyrics

[Hook] Praise the Lord in Jesus name (Jesus name) Praise the Lord in Jesus name (Jesus name) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Fayde] Praise the Lord in Jesus name Let's go back to '98 Back when Momma lived with Grandma Cause she made a few mistakes Back when DotMan was a great Before we fell in love with weight Didn't care was overweight But now I gotta watch my weight Pull up on an MLK My older brother's in the parking lot Never wanna watch me Cause a lil n***a talk a lot Didn't give a f** Cause every move they made a n***a watch Seen 'em make a couple racks And give a f** 'bout duckin' cops Swervin' in a f**in' drop 95 on 95 In the pa**enger While daddy raced a couple foreign cars Almost died a couple times But shoutout to my f**in' pops Always told me "Champ, be every single thing your daddy's not" Everything I want I got n***as hatin' on ya but I just do my thing Bro I got dreams of condos in Dubai She said "Fayde, you changed tonight" Had to change, was f**in' up Now they pay me one or more To rap about my f**in' life [Verse 2: Fayde] n***as always talkin' 'bout problems n***as don't got no problems n***as said lay off the d** So Yung k**a be high on the island I'm thinkin' bigger than that I worry 'bout coppin' the island I'm from the 416 Don't forget my sh** Don't forget this story I spit [Verse 3: Fayde] Let me take n***as back to it, light years Buzz Lightyear fallin' off my high chair High school n***a went to a new school Bumpin' Big Sean Holly boy in the bathroom, ahh Ni-n***as like what Tenth grade found a little money, glo'd up Little señorita wanna let a n***a f** But we off that Quiet nights with the loud pack Cryin' to my shawty cause a n***a miss that Oh Lord, how I miss that Holy God flow with the holy God complex Late night dreams with a bright Rolex All night schemes for the next big check Lurk Bruce Wayne could've cost my press Never front for the net f** with the [?] 'Fore the sh** get real I use a slave to the boys in the field Been 'bout work Never fall in love cause I ain't that hurt Never want a shot Cover this ain't worth Hot boy, always on the block like turf Choke in the holder Let me pop this purp [?] n***a rude boy [?] p**y boy [?] forgettin' in my hurst If he bust a chopper, better hit me first