Letras
Woke up round 7:30
The bird gets the earworm bright and early
I write while in flight outta sight and surely
It'll stick like mist when it's white and blurry
This that training montage music
Cuts and bruises
Leaving the beat toothless
I got gloves of stone
When the bell gets tolled I'ma set that tone
And get zoned in
Enter the Dragon I duel to the death
Center my breath for strength beyond flesh
Not looking for contests
To develop a god complex
I don't gotta prove I'm the best
But if you tryna find out
We can bring the lines out
All around the block and unlock the entrance
Full twelve rounds
When you get knocked down
You gon need a timeout just to deal with the consequences
Minds been 'round the world
Continental gifts whenever I touch down in your home
This might be one of the songs
Where niggas stop calling me bro
I got a feeling and urge to never let my training go
I love the process
my whole mind is like a loading phone
Once you reach the end of that (internet)journey
It always turns to gold
Never scared I'm constantly brought back to my stepping stones
Learning life is just a continuous circular road
My timeline has vertigo
Luminescent bound to show
This a story that we always wrote
The world is in my hands
and I stuck to plan like a general
My impact perpetual, a few steps ahead of you
Take a deep breath or two moments won't get the best of you
Like candid and I damn did what I set to
And canned it nothing I'm living coincidental
Like candid and I damn did what I set to
And canned it no one I'm loving is accidental
Brush strokes touch and dance upon the canvas
No rush I trust in understanding
Though the rough gets tough I withstand it
This that training montage music