"GodLines_BLUE" 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 when 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 Indie, 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 about hiding your misfortune, you dig?
'Cause of your image, you only show a portion, you dig?
What you know about drinking till you can't feel, you dig?
Or smoking loud to block out the noises
Surrounding 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 to 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 fam is coming
Chris said it's rough now, but please don't hit that panic button

Shit, too many seasons on them sidelines
Pray for directions, so my guidelines is Godlines
Too many seasons on them sidelines
Pray for directions, so my guidelines is— (Yeah)