[INTRO]
God gotta be blessing you
Jeez louise and sarah I gotta ask you
Little extra
But when you droppin’ more music for the public?
So we’ll forget it
Oh
Oh
Yeah
Aye
Uh
[HOOK]
Please don’t think you ‘bout to ride the wave of my accomplishments, yeah
I’m ‘bout to blow
And astonish em
Shoot straight for the gold
Yeah, you know what time it is
[VERSE]
Yeah, uh
I see the future from my faith and failure never show
Boy, I’m striving for success
Nothing less
Everyday I give my best
Lord, I’m looking for a miracle
Aye
Take my time on this joint
I ain’t stressin’ off they flexin’
I would rather seek the reverend
I would rather switch directions
I would rather live the fullest while I’m fluent in progression
I digress it back to music
Boy, I’m back and I’m better
No more slacking, no never
Back to stacking my cheddar
I blew it all like the weather in September, March or April
Boy, with money I’m failing, but whatever
I’m here to stay
I’m in this for the long run it’s not a race
I caught the vibe (yeah, uh)
Cooking up these classics with extra time, yeah
No this ain’t the album, they so surprised (yeah, uh)
I aim to astonish and patronize
I flip the script
Acrobat equipped with creativity
TINTA
The reign is coming
[INTERLUDE]
Please don’t think you ‘bout to ride the wave of my accomplishments
This is not the album (x3)
Uh, we don’t all make the best decisions
Failed again, I swear it’s repetition
Idle mind in my idle mind
Aye, Uh
Yeah, Aye
We don’t all make the best decisions
Failed again, I swear it’s repetition (repetition)
Idle mind in my idle mind
(idle mind, aye idle mind, aye idle mind)
[VERSE]
Yeah
When it’s all said and done, I’m Rushmore
Proving grounds and I proved the ground that I walk
Straight propels, my glide, my exhaust (aye)
Reeks of rocket fuel
Acute dragon fuel when I bark (woof)
Ain’t no ceilings
Burn it all down, what it is complex when I walk in the building
Futuristic vintage (futuristic vintage)
Boy, stop I do this (I do this)
New uh, who this (Uh, who this)
New gat boy
Uh
Movie, ready set, I’m cooling (I’m cooling)
Fusion pupil I’m a student of the game (of the game)
Uh, not the same
You arrive with the strange, I rearrange
Aye
This is not the album (x3)
Plan
Finna
Plot finna scheme the demand
I’m the man
Uh
Wrist super bland
My appearance a disguise
Yeah I’m humble but advanced
Complex King
Got the world in my hand
If I put my mind on it, then I am
Raise the alarm
Shut it down when I’m here
Beat the beat, Billie Jean
When I stepped on the land
My energy forever like a 8 (like a 8)
Like a wave
Like a face (like a face)
Descending into a grave (ah)
Spooky when I boogie
If I really had to say
Overlook me
Imma snatch it, book and boom up on the stage
Okay (okay)
Alright (alright)
What you say? (what you say?)
It’s on sight, not a might (ah)
Look me in the eye so I notice if you vibe
Hit the lights
Aye, this for that idle mind fought
This for the nights of sleep I lost
I did what I tried to think that I couldn’t
Lost faith when I knew that I shouldn’t
I’m here ‘cause I knew that I could do it
Put my heart and my soul in it
Cooking in the stu’ like amino
Pack ‘finna blast ‘finna stroke on my ego
Barrage
I’m too fire
I be forgetting it sometimes; Alzheimer’s
Past, present, future goat; I’m an all-timer
If you rappers got a problem, you can all line up
I’m a beacon for the dreamers, the visionaries, believers of self-wealth, efficiency, perseverance, “The Shelf”; I doubted myself
