More songs by Forrest Frank
Description
Producer: Forrest Frank
Programmer, Vocals: Forrest Frank
Mixer: Jacob "Biz" Morris
Masterer: Jacob “Biz” Morris
Writer: Forrest Frank
Lyrics and translation
Original
Five, four, three, two, one.
God gave me the keys, so I'm lockin' in.
Had to get off TikTok, watch how I be clockin' in. Felt the Holy Spirit on the stage when I was walkin' in.
If you got a problem with me, you gon' have to talk to Him, big facts.
This for heaven, not for big stacks. Sold that Range Rover, deuces, I don't miss that.
Had to give up my excuses on a diss track. I be walkin' where the truth is, ain't no zigzag.
No more ogres, tell 'em adiós. Started from the bottom, now we with the Holy Ghost.
Only way to get up high is if you get down low, ayy.
Had to make it to the top just to see how hard it drops. Yeah, woah, woah.
Had to make it to the top just to see how hard it drops. Yeah, woah.
Had to make it to the top just to see how hard it drops.
Yeah, woah. Had to make it to the top just to see how hard it drops.
I never stopped, God brought me to the top.
Guess I gotta wait around and see how hard it drop, drop, drop. This a killer beat. It's a whole song about humility.
I stay clear of where the sinners be. 'Cause I know that's where many of the villains be.
Me and my fam try to keep a low profile.
Head stay straight, don't worry 'bout a profile. Can't burn out when you keep it on the low, dawg.
They said, "No way," now they sayin', "Oh, wow. " No more ogres, tell 'em adiós.
Started from the bottom, now we with the Holy Ghost. Only way to get up high is if you get down low, ayy.
Had to make it to the top just to see how hard it drops. Yeah, woah, woah.
Had to make it to the top just to see how hard it drops. Yeah, woah.
Had to make it to the top just to see how hard it drops. Yeah, woah.
Had to make it to the top just to see how hard it drops. I never stopped, God brought me to the top.
Guess I gotta wait around and see how hard it. . .
Mmm, okay, okay, yeah, yeah. Ain't how you start, it's how you finish.
Like nine to five, we stand on business. Just to catch up, you gon' need a village.
Okay, okay, okay, we got no limits, huh. We got no limits, huh. Yeah, I put on my
J's, you already know the dealer.
But this ain't a game, this is life versus a killer. He'll try to trap your soul, I ain't talkin' Bryson Tiller.
But really, he's a dog standin' next to a gorilla. My ability to go gorilla beat is from
Elohim. Ain't no competition in my game, it's just me, on me.
And this composition ain't for fame, it's for G-O-D.
Tell the devil, "Go back where you came," 'cause we walkin' free. Hop on the stage and I'm ready for war.
I'm not the same person I was before. I see revival breakin' on the floor.
I pray it makes its way out of the door. In Jesus' name, we breakin' out of Hades.
I might be doin' this until I'm eighty.
I leveled up all the way just to say that ain't how you start, it's how you finish. How you finish. Like nine to five, we stand on business.
Stand on business. Just to catch up, you gon' need a village. Need a village.
Okay, okay, okay, we got no limits, huh. We got no limits.
I put on my J's. I put on my J's, J's, J's. I put on my J's.
I put on my J's, J's, dealer. I put on my J's. I put on my J's, J's, J's. I put on my J's. I put on my J,
J, dealer