Emilio Rojas

Emilio Rojas - Lord Knows (freestyle) lyrics

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In name of the father and of the son
And the father who's on the run for the son he never 
talked to
Amen, amen and when we aiming as high as them planes is
Doing what we want, no explaining yeah and lately
I been banging them out at shows and the anger up in me 
grows
I deserve this and I won't be thankful for what I'm 
owed
I see the future enough to know my place is in it
Making legends nervous around me, I see 'em pacing in 
it
Make no mistake, I'm getting every little dollar out
People more concerned with being live than what they 
holler about
I'm a born leader, tell me who is there to follow now?
When everything they after is petty, I'm on a godly 
route
And I been ready, had to get a couple things in order
Coming closer to God like I'm fucking the preacher's 
daughter
My fans have saw me through every stress
It's like the stations of the cross, saw the pain that 
I walked in every step
My women getting thicker, my skin is getting thicker
When they put the nails in my hands, I'm a snap the 
fucking tip off
I seen enough, I could live your life in a week
I'm Christ-like, you in a crisis in a Chrysler jeep
And they baptize me in blood, like Communion, I'm 
getting bread
And confirming I'm doing dirt, I don't ever confess
'Cause I'm married to my money, what other sacrament's 
left?
I guess that you can say that I'm blessed, yeah
Listen, if I'd had known that sinning would have 
brought me closer
Well then I done sold my soul in a minute like it's a 
golden ticket
I'm in control and prone to sipping so you know I'm 
getting drunk
Off all the power, no prohibition, we more than twisted
From student loans I didn't pay but now the flows I'm 
spitting
Got me close enough to book a show to pay the whole 
tuition
The only difference between us is people know I'm 
gifted
But they scared to give me a budget because there ain't 
no predicting
And what I do, I cross every line like ain't no 
restrictions
'Cause I roll with killers with no convictions like OJ 
Simpson
Every Sunday, we brunching out and my Moes is sipping
With some older women that's prone to smoking the dro 
and piffing
But I won't listen, I won't compromise my vision, never
My people out there pitching when I look outside my 
window
'Cause ain't shit change, part of us driven and some of 
us switch lanes
Some of us hit the brakes and gave up, others are 
shifting
My trash is they treasure, that's why my haters is 
sifting
And running through the beats that I ate up and left a 
shit stain on
Like it or not, I'm piping hot, I'm Pacquiao, yeah
You won't ever test me and I still deserve a title shot
I'm with model bitches that's hella shallow and like to 
shop
So they hit the store when I'm gone because they like 
to cop
I'm generous, I got more than enough love
Keep they mouth's full of dicks instead of telling them 
shut up, right
It's called diplomacy, we avoiding the conflict
I take it serious like when someone phoning a bomb 
threat
And people calling, they asking me if I'm on yet
'Cause they saw me with Rozay and suddenly it's okay
That I'm getting money from doing this shit my own way
When they used to tell me that doing music just won't 
pay
I don't see success as revenge 'cause when you busy
You see everything except for revenge, I'm fucking busy
I got tunnel vision 'cause all I see is the shine
And with every step I take from the darkness, I leave 
it behind
Same plate as the team and that's my people, we ride
When I'm eating, they are eating 'cause they be eating 
off mine
And uh, we eating nothing so long that our stomachs eat 
our stomachs
No one on my team is too proud to say when they need 
each other
We having meetings where we discussing what we becoming
Hard to keep it humble when reaching goals we ain't 
dream of touching
But once you reach 'em, then what is left to achieve?
When they treat you like a God, then what is left to 
believe?
Every day, we making magic, don't need a trick up our 
sleeve
We killing every beat that we touch, how can we grieve?
I'm a sociopath, I'm done regretting, I'm done with 
stressing
I don't give a fuck what you mention, my motto's fuck 
suggestions
Earning's better than splurging homie, I'm done with 
spending
Till I got some gold in the ground that's worth a 
couple pensions
I had some drama with people I never wanted mention
I ain't too mature for the conflict and plus I love the 
tension
I'm New York to the core homie, I'm raw
Fuck shaving points, it's time to settle the score, 
let's go
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