Lyrics: Ezra Kunze
Music: Ezra Kunze/Rafi Muhammad/Kenny Gabriel/Ankadiov Subran
Only real g’s in my section
I had to get lost for directions
Had to go blind to see blessings
Had to feel hell to see heaven
Demons on the airstrip, angels in the airwaves
Now i’m in a current
But i’m on a different wave
Shining like the northern lights
Love me like a summer day
Ride me like a winter night
I don’t give a **** about the month i’m living like i’m here forever
They aint know i’m used to pressure
I don’t do seasons only game 7’s
If he do the race tell em i aint telling
Tell em im block boy second
Man of god first
Had to figure out my worth
Had alot pain that was begging to be organized, anxieties had me compromised
Now i’m back to myself like i never left
Turned the pain to an asset
Had to reinvest
Now im feeling blessed
Need a little sauvignon blanc
Pour a little wave in the cup
Top floor mind
Ground floor hustle
I know you know the vibes
Jimmy in the bubble
I dont like subtle
I know they aint cut like that
They aint in the field like that
Let me hit a pose for the camera
Got to do the most before its over
All of my badges elite
All of my brothers gon eat
All of my brothers gon slide
Shoutout my mother she live
Shoutout the block we alive
Let me hit a bop like b.dot
Let me get top like you mean that
Get me in rhythm like Rhoma
Get me in rhythm like Rhoma
Hater do me wrong thats more money in the back
Tell em do a lap in the fish tank
Whille im in her ocean
Working on the motions
Told her that im caught up in the rapture, lead me into love like Anita Baker
Listening to all i need
She can be Mary
I can be Method
But I gotta go logo Lillard
Wave her goodbye after round 2
I dont got time, i know she don’t too