Monster Lyrics - Kb

K to the second 

This ain't my first rodeo, uh 

Check my portfolio, uh 

Without the Holy Ghost, I would be gettin' my commas 

On quote-on-quote, quote-on-quote, quote-on-quote 

I am not so-and-so 

Might be the rapper that no one knows 

But I got the clique like a metronome 

Let that symmetrical, new intellectual, yeah 

I was the Oreo, I was the Oreo comin' up 

Told 'em: At least I'ma get my degree 

Then I'll be back on the scene and my cream will be double stuffed 

Either that or a nuclear 

Started boxing to toughen up 

Then I met Jesus and seen that the struggle somebody will sacrifice all for the other one 

I ain't got no records with me braggin' on it 

Under the blood, blood, ain't no stackin' on it 

Shout out to Reach Records, they put the master on it 

Every record got the master on it 

But this free freedom ain't no MAGA homie 

Man, it's Jesus, Jesus, 'til I'm at annoying 

We indeed are living, la la, beat it 

He has reaped demons in the ceiling 

I am loyal 'cause 

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Boy, I used to be a monster (be a monster) 

I was tweakin', had my mama goin' bonkers (ey ey ey) 

Yeah, you probably wouldn't believe it 

If it hadn't been for Jesus 

I'd be still runnin' around like I'm a gangster 

Boy, I used to be a monster 

Now it's 15.000 people at my concert 

Got they hands up screamin', I'ma tell 'em all about Jesus 

How he turned me to a rapper, an imposter 

Boy, I used to be a monster, used to be a monster 

Boy, I used to be a monster, used to be a monster 

Photos 

Yeah 

Boy, I used to be a playboy (playboy) 

Yeah, don't you leave your girl around me, boy (no no) 

Yeah, they don't take sand to the Beach Boy 

But I got me an island in my queen, boy 

Bankroll, fake though 

Hundred ones wrapped up in a Franco 

Runnin' chips in that queso 

Make diamonds dance and I say so 

Draco, slang though (slang though) 

'Fore the Feds ex them like Kinkos 

I carry different, my aim though (my aim though) 

My game dope, you already know 

Boy, I used to be a monster 

I was tweakin', had my mama goin' bonkers 

Yeah, you probably wouldn't believe it 

If it hadn't been for Jesus 

I'd be still runnin' around like I'm a gangster (go) 

Boy, I used to be a monster 

Now it's 15.000 people at my concert 

Got the hands up screamin', I'ma tell 'em all about Jesus 

How he turned me to a rapper, an imposter 

I used to, I used to be a monster 

I used to hide the pain, I tried to keep it inside, locked up 

But now I'm out my shell, I'm on the table at Red Lobster 

I can't believe I almost missed it but I found the golden ticket like I'm Willy Wonka 

I can't believe I'm on the team, they put me on the roster 

If we both servin' God, I guess mi casa es su casa 

I take these boys to school, I got 'em singin' out they minds 

They like: What you singin' in vibrato? 

Boy, I used to be a monster