Lyrics: Max Beecher/Mohammed Omar
Music: Max Beecher/Mohammed Omar
Producer: Beecher Henes
Learned to mind my business
When mom and pops got in it
Been skr'in around for a minute
I ain’t really got no feelings
Shout my lil bro, he with it
There ain't no choice but winning
Dream so big, I'm in it
I ain’t really got no ceiling
Push back cocaine
You don't really know me
For a roley
They catch you in the doorway
I got brodie
But he don't really owe me
On my lonely, more time on my lonely
I'm getting higher
I'm no Messiah
She's such a liar
She no Messiah
That don't define her
What won't I buy her
Blood on the money
I’m no Messiah
Two hands to the sky
Tryna dodgе the fire
Tryna right my wrongs
Right down to the wirе
Really stuck on ends
Really in a mazza
Blood on the money
Cause I’m no Messiah
Dangerous thing
Danger my skin
Death and he died
Right where we pray
Lord of our sin
Lord of our sin
Wherever I play
Stench by the stairwell
Stains on the white wall
Need me an angel
Need me a female
It's family, oh well
Family not well
Still I say oh well
I’m getting higher
I'm no Messiah
She's such a liar
She no Messiah
That don't define her
What won’t I buy her
Blood on the money
I'm no Messiah
Two hands to the sky
Tryna dodge the fire
Tryna right my wrongs
Right down to the wire
Really stuck on ends
Really in a mazza
Blood on the money
Cause I'm no Messiah
Vocals: cityboymoe