Letras
Who's willing to work?
Who's willing to watch?
I'm tilling my crops while firing all cylinders
I'ma keep it real that sometimes means s
Some of y'all's feelings hurt
Rather skip a week than spit sum'n weak and give a filler verse
Sins of the father
Come back to visit as his children's curse
Need inspiration, I bump Dilla first
I made some changes, I might still revert
They ain't tryna gas me
They ain't happy cuz they still inert
I periodically table my demons
I got the drive just like Rodeo
They hate for no reason
They draw the lines to try to confine my crayola
Thinking
I ain't finna shine, they out they mind
I made c's on my presentations
This takeover season
Just gave me a reason
To count my blessings
Intercessions, pray over me then
Like mama did since I was days old
I'm way over thinking
The wait's over, we been
On the way, though it's recent
This takeover season
Just gave me a reason
To count my blessings
Intercessions
Pray so the team win
To say that I'm back on my shit implies that I was off it
Compassion fatigued and writing rhymes feeling exhausted
cin't a fan of boxes but I'm thriving in the pocket
Sub-zero winter breeze in this climate of a prophet
I know most entities can't define us, it's a process
Of denying inner thoughts environments to keep us hostage
Chain gang, got the DNc of a marksmith
My voice in places that really deserve a charge slip
I voice my prayers like choices made from a hardship
Simone Biles when I come off bars on a hard flip
I feel like Nina but I ate collards not parsnips
I'ma be the same whether I make dollars or not