"GodLines" lyrics

Oh shit
Look, look

Too many seasons on them sidelines
Praying for direction so my guidelines is godlines
Knew I would blow up from where my mind lies
Just had to take the right steps
Take hustle with no nights slept
And match it like a price check
Fucking on this bitch that still call me Reason
Ain't take time to get to know me but take time for my demons
Ain't got no time for antics
I'm on another foot like pivots
With a point to prove like snitching
Urge to set the record straight like Guinness
I was broke after Porches
Walked to Indy, wasn't rich but near it
Fearing not having my own made me so fearless
Thank God my broke pockets ain't contaminate my spirit
You dig?
What you know 'bout hiding your misfortune?
You dig?
'Cause of your image, you only show a portion
You dig?
What you know about drinking 'til you can't feel?
You dig?
Or smoking loud to block out the noises?
Surrounded myself with some love to handle all that torture
To reinforce the positives, I call my reinforcements
Like all this pain I put in, how I ain't moving forward?
Numbers I spent on this shit, I should be wheeling a fortune
Kat taught me love, P built me up, L.T. said stand for something
It's gon' be rough at first but please don't hit that panic button
Jay said keep going, Pat told me that famish coming
Chris said it's rough now but please don't hit that panic button
Shit, too many seasons on them sidelines
Pray for direction so my guidelines is godlines, yeah
Too many seasons on them sidelines
Pray for direction so my guidelines is, yeah