Lyrics
Lord take the wheel
i feel it coming
n***a
pistol on his side
hope he hit a lick this morning
n***a
play a victim or a statistic they say
just tryna live for the moment like I'm free or A.J.
and I don't rush to diss you rappers
it don't do me no good
I pick a part the fabric plastered in the cracks of yo hood
I run the thin line and in time you hope for a genie
I'm guarding what's in the garden of knowledge
Mr. Feenie and see remedial raps
believe me I'm getting sicker
it's ill will on my heart
it's real deals in the picture
watch the city have my back like they owe me one
had the pieces separate had to get'em all exodia
bout step to the podium
posing threats to your suite life
Zach and Cody
do the details Kobe decoding over
the city folding hoping
this hero is golden
chosen the legacy open
gimme the credit you owe me bitch
n***as on the blocks and the locks
keep holding
illest in the plot
and the opps reloading
whips on the lots
with the drops and the blowfish
mix up the pot what you got in the holster
n****s on the blocks and the locks
keep holding
illest in the plot
and the opps reloading
whips on the lots
with the drops and the blowfish
foes in the sights in the night we approaching
figaro fickle minds on the fucking floor
mines on the f**king flow
in time I'm about to blow
Nas was my teacher
the cause is my speaker
my moms is high reason
I'm peaking with age
basic machines in rage
on the darkest path we know
green so gnarly my mob goodie am I Cee-Lo
verbatim you still be talking like i am not in the place
when you see me don't even speak
I got no time to be fake
this my odyssey tae
homer was writing my story
I bring the money to my hood and flip the block that's on shorty
spin the corner I'm speeding
better yet i been pacing
reggie miller from jump
destined for one of the greatest
all without a vacation
the ceilings higher this year
top five in the city and it's a lot of em here
for that to happen it's some of you having plenty to fear
this is a toast for my niggas to my enemies cheers
n***s on the blocks in the locks
keep holding
illest in the plot
and the opps reloading
whips on the lots
with the drops and the blowfish
mix up the pot what you got in the holster
foes in the sights in the night we approaching
WRITERS
Fred Jones, Aidan Sigel-Bruse
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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