Lyrics: Aundre Woodland
Music: Justin Dante Cross
Yes sir, Wisemen forever
Let's throw some darts at these
mother****ers, man Salute
I get excited for the president that's no longer living
When you sitting on the couple M's wonderful feeling
Perfected longevity from watching my dealings
Never act off emotion, or get caught in my feelings
Pride put aside so the team don't divide
Far as practice, I'm more game time like A.I.
Clutch my performance when it's all on the line
Shit was dull for a minute til I added my shine
Kind cant clone it bullshit don't condone
Put in work stood tall, always welcome back home
โPreciated round the globe, well blended complexion
Couple shots hit the blunt like Iโm allergic to stressing
For what I don't do it energy I don't waste
Success became an addict all it took was a taste
Now im full blown in fact, ain't no cure for this phase
They say a natural crowd pleaser built for the stage
Limits I don't have em my aim is the ceiling
Never rooted for the good guy i cheered for the villain
Catch a nose bleed indeed from the seat that Iโm sitting
The looking up to the God at my works bearing witness
All about addition subtract niggaz don't miss em
Product of the system defendant never the victim
Hit man Santana no colors on the bandana
Bullets been throwing wit 16โs Montana
Joe cool who smoother stay on jets like Namath
They all got tales rats short for plaintiffs
Ever since a shorty was sporty designer denim
Herd full of woman Gucci loafs and linin
That playa shit in em I'm swinging in every inning
Give a **** about a loss the end result I'm winning
Hardware official I'm raising it most valuable
Ever cross the line your ending I'm probably liable
Strut like a Clydesdale cant find a bud wiser
Muzzle on the missile so the take off quieter
FEMA never came for this storm survivor
Tequila on colada clout I got a lotta
Just left the round table conversing wit don dadas
The plot lookin good so is the soil
Aint no pressure it's just pleasure when they measure the coil
What happen to the facts they don't talk about that
It's not a mystery this four pound bound to make history
Off the radar shooting off made em a star
Biggest shine glisten when it come down to mine
A performer Lute warm bout to get warmer
โMember long nights appetites peeking round corners
Law abiding naw nigga never that citizen
Infra red in position just to balance the vision
It's not a myth just the presence is the greatest of gifts
By my side that's a plus cause when I aim I dont miss
Far as cold just the heart no feelings in dealings
Cause when emotions get involved a lot of shit start revealing
If its appealing I'm on it like a moth to a flame
Storm survivor making paths through the puddles of rain
Far as pain carry on my back like a mule
Come to ridin aint no problem know I'm filled up wit fuel nigga