Psalms (1) lyrics

[Verse 1: 7xvethegenius]
How you supposed to feel when everyone call you the one
And you're like three days, two cents down on your luck
Number seven was a lesson and a valuable one
But a heavy crown adds more like you carry the one
I got dreams to find a king and then marryin’ one
Probably make the holy trinity, the father and son
They tell me “7xve, you out of line”
I say, “I know where I'm at”
I packed my hope and all my hustle in a bag when I left
They wanna put me in a box, so thеy’ll be boxin’ me out
I gotta play the gamе 'cause all this sh*t’s Monopoly now
I bought a car and bought a puppy thinking that was the piece
Until I picked him up went down and put him back on his feet
I put a ribbon on decisions and then rap on beats
I'm in this b*tch with such precision, ain't none after I leave
I tell the story of the ghetto and what's left of the hoe
Sometimes I wish my ancestors wasn't captured on boats
‘Cause who am I when you decide what my worth is?
You don't know what these scars cost me, this sh*t perfect (7xve)
I've always had dreams, didn't know I deserve sh*t (Nah)
Cause we come from the streets, 'naw mean, on some curb sh*t
It's making me nervous, they telling me I'm better than you
I'm still seeing imperfections, I'm just tellin’ the truth
That might be misdirection from not havin’ a lead
It took a while to see what I was after was me
And when they find out who I am I don't want attention
Just put me with the GOATs when my name is finally mentioned
My mother was in the kitchen, my father as not around
He missed him a couple steps, this ain't no Bobby Brown
I really know how this sound
It sound like I'm ‘posed to be here
I'm scannin’ a rapper down, he food and he groceries here
We not used to luxury here, been down for a couple of years
But b*tch when I’m finally up, there won't be no touchin’ me there
I gotta go
Heavenly throttle with model b*tches and bottles
Who only after the money, and flippin’ that sh*t, follow
I'm 'bout to give what I wished y'all would have did with this sh*t
I watched, study and sit and y'all making me sick
And nah, I'm none of this
And nah, I'm none of that
So y'all can hold all the applause
‘Cause when they clap where I'm from
The curtains close and you done
I heard a couple of shots, I said I only need one
Is y'all stressing me dumb?
Do y'all know what this is?
My Aunt Stephanie's son was shot down as a kid
My big cousin a blood, my best friend was a crip
And he just got forty and he does not live
Now this all here for me, man, I deserve this sh*t
I’m tellin’ the sheep that I be leadin’ “y’all ain’t heard this sh*t”
Except for this evening told Skeese don't know what nervous is
Man, n*ggas dyin’ everyday, we gotta murder this sh*t
7xve
[Chorus]
I really got to get a verse off to get the hurt off
Just gonna touch on my life
I really got to get a verse off to get the hurt off
Just gonna speak on my life
I really got to get a verse off to get the hurt off
Just gonna talk on my life
I really got to get the verse off, I’m gettin’ hurt off everytime that I write

[Verse 2: Jae Skeese]
Yo yo, yo yo
I be feelin’ like failin’ is not a choice in my list of options (Why?)
I'm fifteen plus in this sh*t, no way that the kid is novice
Been goin’ hard for this long and n*ggas is still unconscious
Ain't never take verses off, I constantly spit obnoxious (C’mon)
I do this sh*t for the city, I know that there's n*ggas watchin’ (Yeah)
My family never was there, sometimes I feel adopted
That's why I focused on me, I never had a lot of support
Left out in cold when n*ggas lockin’ their doors
sh*t, I kinda was lost
I had a label I was rockin’ with at 14
That moved to Atlanta, their whole studio, they took the whole thing
With all my files of music, I was just feelin’ stupid
Like could I go forward with this dream that I been pursuin’? (Ah, man)
I moved to Syracuse in 2015 thinkin’ that I was done with flowin’
‘Cause for so many years I went unnoticed
I mean, certain cats would come to my shows and come support it (Uh huh)
Cause everything I recorded was about as hard as a fortress (Talk that talk)
But Broadway jokes would have me seein’ Broadway dough
I’m tryna sling raps like broadway dope
I had a motherf*cker tell me I could open for Pusha
Said he had just got off the phone with his manager (What?)
He booked him, had me hyped 'til I found out it was cap in his story (Ah, man)
As time went on, too many holes and gaps in his story (Ah, man)
Shortcomings I had to endure, had passion for more
Then I was given my decision, go after them all
Look
[Chorus]
I really gotta get a verse off to get the hurt off
Just gonna touch on my life
I really gotta get a verse off to get the hurt off
Just gonna speak on my life
I really gotta get a verse off to get the hurt off
Just gonna talk on my life
I really gotta get the verse off, gettin’ hurt off everytime that I write

[Outro]
Yo we need
Damn
Dear heavenly father
We pray for all the prostitutes (Yup)
And all the hoes and all the b*tches and sl*ts
(And the crackheads)
And the crackheads too (Amen)
Can they please have a f*cking bill in life? (Amen)
In this world (Bless)
Because our drug dealers and ass shakers and pus*y sellers get together
Amen