I tell God, bring it up, bring it up
I tell the devil to be lit and leave it up to me
If the underground trusts me
Trust me, trust me, trust me
Lately I've been talking to the devil that's Inside of me
On the other hand, God is tryna leave a letter
To the soul that inspires me
Never compromised shit for anyone besides me
Maybe that's the God in me
The lord in me wants to rise up like a morning wood
I've been tryna place my roots out in Hollywood
Just like I fuckin' probably should
If I got heat with the hater, I'm never asking are we good
I tell God, bring it up, bring it up
I tell the devil to be lit and leave it up to me
If the underground trusts me
Trust me, trust me, trust me
White Nike, sliding with the baggy
Jeans looking nasty, moving pretty manly
Balenciaga rocking in the closet
Like I'm tryna keep the rich in the pocket
State of mind, I never doubt it
I've been rocking in the game 4 years
Unnoticed, I'm not mad at all
Someday I'll be the man of fall
And it's just something to think about
Rockstar by looks, athlete by catalog
I tell God, bring it up, bring it up
I tell the devil to be lit and leave it up to me
If the underground trusts me
Trust me, trust me, trust me
