[Intro]
Round one, ready, go!
[Verse 1: Coleman Williams]
My King's comin' back, that's what I'm bankin' on
We'll eat and celebrate the grace of God with that filet mignon
I'm just saying, we came a long way from the grave to where we're at now
My obituary is a resume, go check my background boy
I'm pullin' strings, high strung while I try to envision my mission and passion tying into provision
I feel like I'm sinking
But yet I'm fallin' deeper in trust
Realizin' everything I covet all came from the dust
I know I'm crooked, I know I'm wicked, I'm workin' on it
A broken vessel holdin' this pencil, I'm only honest (True)
I thought my calling's to be successful, fool's gospel
It's time to take these demons hostile
[Interlude]
Player two
[Verse 2: Yohan Yemba]
(Woah) used to think the grass was greener than the stuff I grown in (Greener)
Consequently, I made eden ego my opponent
There's some skelies where I put my clothes, yeah
Boy I'm smelly, witness the erosion (Wow!)
Yeah, witchy got the pot, cookin' up her Toads in, mixed potions
I just think it's a jacuzzi, dip my toes in
Self pity, self-loathin', what it sound like?
It's downright wack how the loving got me wound tight
Get a coat, it's chilly in my city, what my town like
Do not hit the breaks willy-nilly when you 'round ice
Lucy salivating like it's chicken with the brown rice
I got my boys with me and we gon' flop
Yohan with the adobe like, I just might cop
Veggie-wala ask me when we gon' drop
I'm just takin' care of loose ends and tightening these knots like woah
[Interlude]
Round two, go!
[Verse 3: Yohan Yemba]
No shade to my senpais
But I'm feeling myself, and my pen nice
I might as well double my old price
I'm thinking green, I need all the avocados on my bread slice
Life ain't a dream when you at the mercy of lottos and rolled dice
(Rolled dice?) Mhm, rolled dice
Ain't no villain but me
Killin' my pride, I'm grittin' my teeth
Don't give me that B-S
Devil wanna fight, don't give me ideas
Man's Usain wanna see us
Keep it a buck, I'ma keep it a loonie
I've been on ten since eating a suji
Bearing that fruit while acting all boujee
Swear to God my life a smoothie
(Coleman, this beat is so weird)
[Verse 4: Coleman Williams]
Y'all might see spit on my windshield, sorry
I don't got an off switch on my body
Phone notes filled with a million bars
My thought's (are) like a hideous mob
I was pretty pissed when I gave you the aux
Look at my roster, that's championship
The cost of my life? I gotta carry the weight, 'cause it anchors the ship
No album credits, y'all already read it
Y'all involved, but I'm embedded
I took my chance, and that's on Bennett
It's hard as hell but I don't regret
They want a favor, they say pretty please
I say "not until you're beggin' on your knees"
I don't wanna cater to your silly needs
Here's a rap album, stop askin' me
[Interlude]
Round three (I'm so frickin' mad)
Honey, come get your dinner
No, I'm too busy making fat beats
[Verse 5: Coleman WIlliams]
In my bag 'cause I been cookin'
Got a Filipino shawty and she good lookin' (Shawty!)
Now I'm all up in your grill, I can see you need some fillings
I put you in your feelings, or I put you through the ceiling
I was bottom of the class, still class-nominated
Despite the digits, I made a difference, I dominated
Y'all kept a side hussle, I took mine and consummated
So when success is born from the labor I can say I made it (That's a bar right there)
[Verse 6: Yohan Yemba]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, hear it in the back row
Gearing into triple digits, 'cause my fear is that low
I ain't into diggin' through the past, I ain't no backhoe
Only let what's good inside my Tupperware, I'm tracking all my macros
Homie I am that close to reaching the top of the summit
I was about ye high when Yahweh told me to run it
Only a matter of time before my mob-meter hittin' a hunnid
I asked for a sign, He told me to pay attention, He had already done it
