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Rashad Jamal - God Talk | Prod. By Bobby Made Tha Beat | Dir. By Rashad Jamal

Written By RASHAD JAMAL on Thursday, Aug 13, 2020 | 06:25 PM

 
#RashadJamal #GodTalk #OTRG Shot By : @ShotByReginald Co Director : @Its_Darshell Co Director: @iam4EvaKing Rashad Jamal EP “ Only The Real Gone Relate “ Available On All Platforms 9/11 Click here : https://smarturl.it/GodTalk to Stream the single “ God Talk “ at all retailers. Track Produced by Bobby Made The Beat. They Studied Eugenics Tried cloning my image They tried to gate me up Bracing for me just like a dentist I love ya optimism But surely I’m something different Blindfold me in a cave And you still ain’t blocking My vision Gunshots rang out At all our school hangouts So much killing nowadays Shorties can even do playgrounds Shorties ain’t hooping But still shooting up Them school playgrounds They building jails When they coulda build A new playground So What YA LIFE LIKE, Zebras in that field Get ya stripes right / We was in the field, Beef lomien Shooting dice dice / You was in the crib Somewhere staring Out the blinds why/ I was in the field , Shooting Ops through the blindsights/ In hindsight, Member seeing momma working Through the hurt/ Granny like you in them streets, When really you should be in church/ Granny forgive me For living the way I shouldn’t/ No u told me keep the faith, But the pain and the hate took it/ I Tried living straight But somehow I remain crooked/ Devil got me living dirty Like pusssy that need dushing/ Not that same young man You was feeding banana pudding / Not that same black baby, You cushioned all in ya bosom/ Now it’s pounds of that Gas, No Reggie , Can’t let em bush him / Wartime, just Like branches, I’m laying in niggas bushes/ Beating all these cases, Now we feel like thee untouchables/ Tryed to box me in But I ain’t never been no lunchable/ Never been a lunchable But niggas wanna eat off me/ It’s funny Cuz them the same ones Who ain’t believe in me / Cardi shades Through the tents, Peep her peeping me/ Every time she drive thru She treat me like a eatery / That’s was a punchline, Mike tyson, Eighty nine/ Want never sell my soul, Or dumb it down for these dumb minds / Love the way she fuck Yeah I love it when we six nine/ Did my jail time, I ain’t going out like 69/ Muscled through that confinement, Learned the game then rewind it / The struggle could never hurt me Just motivate or inspire / Mentally I’m a lion, Was sent to do a assignment/ They study my diction, Digging, But words can never define a him/ My algorithms different, Ain’t speaking bout going viral / Can’t show these niggas love, Cuz then they start feeling entitled/ All u need is God But you want find him in a bible/ And Yes I’m a star, NASA Predicted my arrival / I will never fear no Oppressor/ Black God, For I let em Chip Me They’ll bury me with my ancestors/ 7-4 Hatbroke You know how it go / For that bread I go Pita They know how we roll / Just like strippers You gone always catch me round That pole / Virus flow You challenge me Yo ass gone get exposed /(Repeat) The courts fucked up When they let Rashad Walk/ I don’t rap This that Gah - Gah Gah - Gah God talk / Courts fucked up when they let Rashad Walk/ I don’t rap This that God Talk / (JEDAAAAAAA) ©️RealOverRichEnt 2020