Young Righteous - Requiem lyrics

[Intro: AJ Bank$y] Haha, take 45 (Aye bruh, cut me up a little bit) Whoo, aye we gon' get it though (Aight, there it is) [Verse 1: AJ Bank$y] Heavenly Father, I just know my rhymes are heaven sent How I get all this dope, and I ain't never touch a brick I gotta represent like this a prior requisite for all the things I'm 'bout to do 'Bout to change the altitude Told me that I couldn't but consider that a mountain moved Tryna fix my life, somehow a youngin' never found the tools Demons on my back, I played the front like it was 4th and 2 Like Los leavin' Diddy, we about to make some major moves I know it's crude, but these things take timing 'Cause coal make diamonds, my soul straight shinin' Haters I defy 'em cause man look where we at You mix the patience and persistence and just watch 'em react You get that? Now get back It's been a long time coming, but Redemption on the way Food for thought cause y'all been lunchin' Turn a nothing into something and they love you for a minute Turn that something to forever and eradicate the critics You just mad you never did it, I got love for all my enemies n***a please, I just hope you find some inner peace This the regime, we just grindin' for a better way Know the Devil may care, but we don't, so let's pray [Bridge: AJ Bank$y & Young Righteous] Y'all won't get it (said I know the Devil may care, but we don't, so let's pray) Bow ya heads We in the season of Redemption right? Just follow my journey, witness the pa**ion AJ...Bank$y (I used to be an icon... nah not really) Aye rock with me real quick, look [Verse 2: Young Righteous] Remember when: Black rosary 'round my neck like a bishop Still cooking up just too old to do dishes Still flipping verbs, literary calisthenics And I'm still into curves either Black or Hispanic Lately, I've done a whole lot of thanking Checks getting bigger, done a whole lot of banking If I had to give praise, nah I should give praise Thanks be to God and Benjamin Franklin Homies doing better, diplomas on the mantle Still keep it trill, order filets and Fanta Imports are standard, unfazed by dancers Money rule the world but I'm from another planet Elevated thinking, y'all s**as still in the stairwell Never knew heaven so they living like 'oh well' I'm living like post-jail, requiem for old ways Dope thoughts and dark hearts And I rep Burb always (always) [Post-verse: Young Righteous] (Yeah) Aye gon' let that beat play Haha, (Young!)