More Divine

[Visionary]
I'm way too young for the shit that's in my mind
I'm way too young for the shit that's in my mind

How is you talking down on me
With your back against the wall?
You ain't following your dreams
You can't be standing tall
Wait, you ain't standing at all
Ohhhh!

[Verse 1]
Caught you off guard with the trap flow
Least you could do is tip your cap tho
I got ahold of things, I don't ever pull strings
I be picking that shit like a banjo
And my plan hoe
Is dicing every flow
Keep you iced until you're cold
And it's nice for me to know that you can't go
On no more, oh hell no
Thought you was in it for the long haul?
I don't see you cheering where's your Pom poms?
Got tired of waiting and you lost all your patience
Now you're running down field for the long ball
Me I'm just chilling in the pocket
Peeping all the routes til I find the right door and unlock it
Cock it back and shoot me dead
I said shoot me dead
If you think I'm selling my soul
I know heavens above above
And hell is below its inevitable
Just where I'm gonna go
Is no question at all
What's questionable
Is these seven week old rappers
And they mentioning dough
Like they getting in tho
These are the ones that I'm worried about when it comes to selling a soul

[Hook]
I'm way too young for the shit that's in my mind
I'm way too sprung on being first in line
What's funny is you think I'm talking bout the fame (hah!)
Man that's a game and it's lame
Nah I'm thinking more divine
First in line to heaven but
Still living in the present
Anything I'm given in this life
I'll take it as a present

[Verse 2]
I'm a crazy little fucker with a flow so mean
And some hopeful dreams
Only thing I'm missing is something more better than this so so team
No no please
There ain't no being buddy buddy
Once I got the money money
You know it's steady coming
Like you already fronted
So move from the front to the back of line
I still got love but sorry, you on the back of my mind
So come back when I got time
Shit that might be never cuz I'm back on my grind
I'm done being worried bout bagging the dimes
Cuz I can't fit the rhymes
When my minds not in prime time
Like a ticking time bomb
Go off then my light shine
See it in the night time
Huh, hi mom
Caught between speaking prophetically or pathetically
But hypothetically doing both is a necessity
And it's hella scary that it's necessary
For hella swearing in a blessed sharing
Of words
It's absurd
It's some bull shit
Like ya turds
There's your pathetic shit
Here's your prophetic shit
If your life in pieces you'll be feeling this shit
I got the hand of Jesus like I'm nailing this shit
Hanging on the cross
At the cross roads with a lost soul
And half full glass of holy water
I could drink it now and probably connect right now with the holy father
But why drink it now? I should save it for a time when that's my only water
Being a son of god is a one time job
So savor that shit just like a lollipop
Imma sum it up
God is always with you but don't always assist you
You may ask for help and it seem like he ditch you
But he did you a favor
He's letting you know you can do it on your own
So make a wish later
You'll know when it's time
Listen to your heart man don't listen to your mind
And trust when I say I'm too young for the shit that's in my mind
Too young
Too young

[Hook]
I'm way too young for the shit that's in my mind
I'm way too sprung on being first in line
What's funny is you think I'm talking bout the fame
Man that's a game and it's lame
Nah I'm thinking more divine
First in line to heaven but
Still living in the present
Anything I'm given this life
I'll take it as a present