From the recording By the Grace
Lyrics
Ain’t even broke a sweat yet
Still Vette, now known by my born name
Never seeking more fame so to say
Don’t you listen to the elders or grind for team like Griselda?
It’s obvious we’re not cut the same - But that’s the beauty of the game
I’ve been grafted in myself! I’ve lasted, I’m well built
Never missed a meal, a true privilege, for real
I’m not one to conceal feelings
Seek God to be the realest version of you
You looking everywhere else, here’s the clue
sent to you for you by Big Pops word to big poppa
Long story but we got time till we don’t
I don’t say I will if I won’t. My works cut out
Not saved by them but they display what I’m about
If you in it for the clout I feel pity
Adjust your mission, listen! Your mindset determines your vision
Spirit led putting fear to bed
Look into the mirror clear my head
I see myself in my own eyes - That surely confirms im alive
If I couldn’t tell already - shed my shell, I’m ready to be Markell The one who’s firstborn from the crew - second son of his father Came up amongst drama but by the honor of my mama
Gods promise could come tomorrow - it’s not that wish upon a Star hope
It's that will be fulfilled in time
Thankful my homies survived, doing their best
Some are fresh out, some are dads, some will hit me for cash
Some are in less than favorite positions
Made a few decisions that risked it all
Therefore, I trust in the Lord to persevere
There we were near each other at one point
I messed it up at some point, then had to keep it pushin
It’s love though, good lookin
My only enemy is me imma off him myself
Strung tight my whole life like an officers belt
Is this probable hell? Even the prophet can’t tell
Ironically a younger me hated the product I sell
Things change, loud stepper no keychain
With Christ I remain cuz he came back
Your man’s a lame we're not the same girl he can’t rap
On a one way train to fame and payback
You can’t replace me so chase me and regard me greatly
I’m the best to ever do this, that ain’t just lately
Spirit fill me like a pastry, I do not give up
I’m the boy that the world tried to get rid of
Imma buck back, hold my ground like a stick up
You gotta deal with me, live with me, like the hiccups
And when I’m gone, I’ll haunt you, I talked to God, he want you
Seek Christ if you’re willing and able, He’s the barter chip I bring to the table