Correa

I know they feel the reverence

The catalog became my evidence

Fuck a stack, I keep it 3k, Andre, Benjamin

Fuck a plaque, I never wanted one, I wanted dividends

On the move, I gotta go, on a roll like a Michelin

The circle small, there's only a few of us inside the minivan

I'm fucking spitting, salivating, manifesting every plan, gahdamn

All the shit that I dreamed came to fruition

We're staying steadfast on the mission,

Why would you act like we supposed to fall?

It looked like they wrote us off

Oh what you thought I would quit, oh what niggas not convinced

Bitch I am the architect

Still one of the illest around, still got the signature style

Killing and murdering vowels, it's a pleasure, it's been an honor

Shawn Kemp, I just been tapped in with the Sonics

Clark Kent, I feel like superman off the ganja

Fly high till I die or I fly higher

Till I hear the beat click like a typewriter

Me and Blev like Michael and Phil

Mikey Quince off the wall with the thriller feel, it's getting real

We ain't concerned with a record deal

I need some peace of mind, acres and some land and a hundred mil'

You know they tried to hold me down for life

I had to hop back on my feet, I had to get back right

I had to take a couple trips, I had to catch that flight

I manifested my reality, the feeling is right

We larger than life, the drinks cold, the lights is bright

I told 'em we gon' live forever, what does that feel like?

I said this shit feel real, and there ain't nothing like to compare

This shit real, there ain't nothing like to compare, god

I understand now, the energy and how this shit goes

You gon' get out what you put in, my nigga didn't you know?

They give you handcuffs for free but they ain't giving no dough

Before you get a single "yes" you gon' get way more "No's"

I swear this shit's a marathon, my nigga just try to keep your pace

Don't believe in fallacies and lies they telling to your face

They'll sell salt to a slug