Rennesauce

Lyrics

[Intro] Dyllie cop it, get it chop it Long as you got all the meth (Middle Tenn land, middle Tenn land) I was destined for the top since I was sippin' Similac Ten, Ten, Ten, Ten, Ten, Ten Had to find the substance, yo I had to find the little lamb (Middle Tenn land, Middle Ten) Haters selfish, selfish haters call it selfish, I'm just feelin' blessed Dyllie cop it, get it chop it Long as you got all the meth I was destined for the top since I was sippin' Similac Had to find the substance, yo I had to find the little lamb (Middle Tenn land, yeah) Get it, sell it, haters call it selfish, I'm just feelin' blessed [Verse 1] Had a grave, had to get up out it In the mix like a gin and tonic In the mirror where I see the target Had to knuckle up like I been with Sonic Had enough of luck, can't be livin' Godless Lit a little flame like a candelabra Not a trending topic, but I'm finna top it Hip-Hop looking for a renaissance Only problem is the Christians got it (Yeah) Yeah, main stream on the main line Want the same lean and the gang signs And the lame lines on the FaceTime Want the thot talk and the fake crimes So the main thing is I can't sign Stop playin' with 'em Opps sprayin' at 'em Depraved had to stop stay with 'em Deep graves left a lot layin' in 'em (Whoa) Said a prayer and then God came with it Bought the crib and the lot came with it Can't do it if it's not praise in it (Woah) [Chorus] Okay okay, okay, okay, okay, he broke the bank I left the label with a smile on my face Thought I'd pump the breaks but I'm pickin' up the pace Standing on my faith, I can't sit around and wait Wait, wait, wait [Interlude] Dyllie cop it, get it chop it Long as you got all the meth I was destined for the top since I was sippin' Similac (I can't sit around and wait) Dyllie cop it, get it chop it Long as you got all the meth I was destined for the top since I was sippin' Similac (I can't sit around and—) [Verse 2] I been sittin' with the Ghost, I been listenin' Said, "Don't move off of fear or adrenalin" Two tours 'bout to hit the road like a Michelin Two breaths in then exhale for the benefit Had to pick the pen up, had to pick my chin up Forty days, forty nights, got my discipline up Had to learn how to forgive and give my bitterness up Couldn't wait 'till I was perfect had to learn it on the way [Chorus] Okay okay, okay, okay, okay, he broke the bank I left the label with a smile on my face, huh Thought I'd pump the breaks but I'm pickin' up the pace Standing on my faith, I can't sit around and wait [Outro] I can't sit around and wait I can't sit around and wait Yeah, yeah Wait, yeah