Lyrics: Aundre Woodland
Music: Justin Dante Cross
Okay, I say Iām sick, no cure medicine can't heal him
A lot of niggas hate but can't fake they feel him
Flow Therapeutic thoughts highly polluted.
Every bar is constructed way more than music
They ask what it is, simple what you see
Ask who my idol conceited because it's me
Came a long way from failure still seeking success.
The wind beneath my wings, names is on my chest
Fly when I glide, don't flap, but soar
Gritty attributes the motto was get more
I'm looking back, maybe the final chapter
the past made me present the future is what I'm after
trying to shake disaster, punching holes through plaster
Trapped the physical, but my mind just couldn't capture
It's funny who they doubt the same one they call upon
Lute been a don, master tame niggas
Spectacular views, put together, no missing screws
Competitor, hard to lose, not what you think
Made my presence known, spotted posted up in the paint
Well positioned, big man walkin' the canvas
Calm waters but still he get deep like the Atlantic
Under pressure never panic not the one that you chance
Supersize the opposition, like the photo enhanced
Sippin' liquor out the chalice, style highly advanced
If its battle never rattled tell them save the last dance
Move with rhythm razor sharp, impact or split 'em
**** a compromise, I ain't trying to hold 'em for ransom
If I say I want it all, better hit up my samson,
Make it speedy Little shop of horrors, so feed me
Couple gremlins by my side known to ride if I need 'em
Dragon slayer insulated well with the layers
Only thing I'm giving up is a couple of prayers
Cruel intentions deliver with a passionate that's accurate
Not the one to bet against known to **** up a bracket