"The Gathering" lyrics

Yeah
Aw, man
Swear it's been crazy
Yeah

[Vory:]
Ayy, spot out at the Grammys
Spot out in Texas for my mama, say she miss me
Spot out in Texas for my BM, said fuck me, she still love me
I guess it's fuck you too (Bitch)
I always feel like Tee Marie, the one from Peachtree, the one that need me
The one I wanna be with, the one I'd see a priest with
Know I'll be down bad, heartbroken if she switch
Especially 'bout a bitch
Especially 'bout a bitch who don't mean nothin' to me
Especially 'bout a bitch who don't do nothin' for me
I moved to the Carolinas, got closer to God, I guess it's workin' for me
I guess my angels, they been workin' for me
I guess my angels, they been searchin' for me
Oh, baby, here I am, yeah
It's hard to count on friends when my numbers been counted wrong all along

[Trae Tha Truth:]
All that energy projectin' on me, might get somethin' smacked
They know I'm doin' my bids and I'm prayin' for days that I don't react
Why should I be the bigger man? I'm lookin' at them and they takin' they gloves off
Tryna assassinate a nigga character, crazy, I guess the Lord was off
Shit, I guess they mad I been hangin' on, I been hangin' on
I'm at the top lookin' at views and they confused of what was next, I'm on they necks
Ain't no respect when it was disrespect, I chose to get a check
They livin' foul, them niggas play the tech (Damn)
Hop in this Maybach, get to coastin' on 'em
Just know my driver from that section
Twenty-six'll walk in smooth with no aggression, pay attention
If you was smart, you'd keep your distance
All them passes given, I won't
They better hope God forgive 'em 'cause I don't

[Vory:]
They'd rather see a nigga dead and gone
Ayy
I even hate I had to speak on this
It's like that nigga, he can't speak for shit
The tables turn, you gotta sit back and just look at this
(I don't get it)
It's like the tables turn and he ain't sayin' shit
That's the type of shit that get me pissed
And the bullshit that my BM tried to pull, that's the shit that get your ass dismissed (Ah)

[Trae Tha Truth:]
How you gon' talk like you been down with me?
You like them same old hoes, same old clothes
No friends, just same old foes, stay exposed
New chapter, that old one closed
Everything here new beginnings

[Vory:]
Sincere
The bitches in your school, used to scare them
But they don't know that you was raised by two or three Karens
You the type of bitch I send off, run my errands
You the type of bitch was hideous through middle school, but high school, started to care then
You had to get in where you fit in
I say if the shoe fits, then wear it then
I'm only stoppin' what I could've said from respect for the nigga who's engineerin' him
Yeah, but you ain't hearin' me
Yeah, you niggas must be deaf

[Trae Tha Truth:]
I feel like I been on the edge
Everybody wanna watch what I do and I feel like I'm duckin' the feds
Why they wakin' up to get in my business? Laughin' at me 'cause they thought I was finished
And I just started
A hundred thousand on my wrist, just went retarded
I was sick with it, uh

[Vory:]
Yeah, why hit below the belt?
Yeah, like fuck a job, girl, you should work on self
Yeah, maybe you should work on self
Yeah, maybe you should work on yourself
Yeah
You're thirty-plus, but still needed my help
Yeah, go tell him that