Bizzle - The Messenger Returns (Intro) lyrics
[Bizzle - The Messenger Returns Intro lyrics]
Yeah it's been a minute right
God Over Money, ah
Welcome to The Messenger 4, Bizzle yeah
Ever since I started dropping it
They doubted it, it was knockin' my style
Said I'm too dominate or rhyming
It's just tryna get clout
I put my time in this
I'm confident that I am His child
They said I'm not of God
I'm finding out they not with Him now
I went at JAY, I went at Ross
I went at Ye on records
Who knew one day that me and Ye
Would sound the same on records
I know they hate our message
But can't escape our methods
I drop A-time bombs, napalm flame on records
I ain't pursue this
Who knew this music would do what it would
I was so new to this
But through it keep it true as I could
I don't embellish it to sell em'
Won't finesse it to win long as He bless it
I'll forever be a threat with a pen
Never suppress the message just to
Make a secular friend
I put that pressure on they
Neck and disrespected they trends
But, I ain't never pretend like I was perfect
Too many verses confessing my sin
For me to ever condemn
I screamed "God over money" and
He made it a thing
I found some riders down to squad up
And we made it a team
So many hated on me, saying
"Just wait and you'll see
His little fifteen seconds of fame'll
Fade in a week" but God favor on me, see
I could flex but I won't
Okay I try, but oh my God
This fifteen seconds been long
I know it's petty but, bro that was like
Three hundred-fifteen-million-three
Hundred-sixty-thousand seconds ago
I'm still here
Hahaha! No, but fo' real, though
To God be all the glory
Ten years fully independent
Putting God over money
Here's to the next ten in Jesus' name yeah!
God Over Money, ah
Welcome to The Messenger 4, Bizzle yeah
Ever since I started dropping it
They doubted it, it was knockin' my style
Said I'm too dominate or rhyming
It's just tryna get clout
I put my time in this
I'm confident that I am His child
They said I'm not of God
I'm finding out they not with Him now
I went at JAY, I went at Ross
I went at Ye on records
Who knew one day that me and Ye
Would sound the same on records
I know they hate our message
But can't escape our methods
I drop A-time bombs, napalm flame on records
I ain't pursue this
Who knew this music would do what it would
I was so new to this
But through it keep it true as I could
I don't embellish it to sell em'
Won't finesse it to win long as He bless it
I'll forever be a threat with a pen
Never suppress the message just to
Make a secular friend
I put that pressure on they
Neck and disrespected they trends
But, I ain't never pretend like I was perfect
Too many verses confessing my sin
For me to ever condemn
I screamed "God over money" and
He made it a thing
I found some riders down to squad up
And we made it a team
So many hated on me, saying
"Just wait and you'll see
His little fifteen seconds of fame'll
Fade in a week" but God favor on me, see
I could flex but I won't
Okay I try, but oh my God
This fifteen seconds been long
I know it's petty but, bro that was like
Three hundred-fifteen-million-three
Hundred-sixty-thousand seconds ago
I'm still here
Hahaha! No, but fo' real, though
To God be all the glory
Ten years fully independent
Putting God over money
Here's to the next ten in Jesus' name yeah!