Composure YaYYaY (Ft. Tha God Fahim, Hit-Boy, Nas, Shaka Senghor & YaYYaY)

[Tha God Fahim]
You Know, We Got
Big Glocks, One Shot
You Try, We Pop
Push Back, Your Top

I Run a Ring-a-Round a rapper like its Ring-a-Round the Rosie
Everyday know I improving, nothing like the old me
I just drop another Jam on the is lonely
I'm just into stacking M’s, they can never fold me
The way she shaking, think I'm into baby makin
I ain't into eatin’ bacon, I'm just into making paper
They always hating, I'm impatient, ill me waiting
Wouldn't doubt the speculation, I'm attesting to the greatness
Communication, you gon' need some verification
Im just speakin' with temptation, i ain't with the alligations
Im in the matrix, see the numbers, its the basis
Metal jackets, keep mе safe, as i move thru the nations

[Hit-Boy]
Votе yes on Hit-Boy, bitch, I’m the city spokesman
They see we got this shit crackin’ and now they spirit broken
I'm standin’ on the green like the British Open
And stackin' ice on top of ice, but I'm not building snowmen
Doctors couldn't even detect my disorders
One case, six figures on six different lawyers
I put my soul in every song with limited support
Focused on the output, not the outcome, big God is my source
Spirit of excellence in my genetics
Complexities come with my complexion
’Fore you shut me down, let me reach my level first
Y'all be too proud to do the devil's work
All that actin' and fakin', I can't take part in it
I'm washin' my hands with the soap opera shit
I set the cameras to speed, co-directed KD
We know the caged bird sings and screams when it's free
Every second I spend on this, I got it back in blessings
You can't stop and run no errands on the way to legend