[Intro]
Promise of yours
The promise of yours
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Look in the mirror like, "Damn my nigga you done made it"
Was one of them youth in America dealing with euthanasia
Go pick up a knife and they're willing to slice back when I mutilate it
Ironically the prison taught me how to use a razor
Running around with a Ruger ready to rip shots through a hater
Assume that I'm nothing, validation of yours accumulated
I keep all three of my eyes peeled just like a few potatoes
'Cause niggas don't want me on the top like I'm the numerator
I don't really wanna lose my faith
But I don't even know who to pray to
In the trenches, mind is on the fences, watch me move like Vegas
Smoking hella zoo, the hella bowls and I won't use a chaser
Who can take the time to let me bloom and then boom I'm famous
Taking the top with every move I'm making
Good deals, I choose to make 'em
Cross my heart like Jesus but people look at you like Satan
They despise you if you richer homie, you got Nathan
This world is so political but who's debating?
And a fucked up move can make 'em tuck guns and shoot the place up
And afterwards kill themselves just 'cause a few occasions
Shit I ain't ever had no trust fund for the loot I'm making
So don't look at me fucked up when I do vacations
Mental health helped me make it blood it's true, I'm brainsick
From mental wards to jail cells to music making
Gotta kill what's toxic homie and go shoot the ages
And keep yo head out while you maneuver through the matrix
Brain
Promise of yours
The promise of yours
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Look in the mirror like, "Damn my nigga you done made it"
Was one of them youth in America dealing with euthanasia
Go pick up a knife and they're willing to slice back when I mutilate it
Ironically the prison taught me how to use a razor
Running around with a Ruger ready to rip shots through a hater
Assume that I'm nothing, validation of yours accumulated
I keep all three of my eyes peeled just like a few potatoes
'Cause niggas don't want me on the top like I'm the numerator
I don't really wanna lose my faith
But I don't even know who to pray to
In the trenches, mind is on the fences, watch me move like Vegas
Smoking hella zoo, the hella bowls and I won't use a chaser
Who can take the time to let me bloom and then boom I'm famous
Taking the top with every move I'm making
Good deals, I choose to make 'em
Cross my heart like Jesus but people look at you like Satan
They despise you if you richer homie, you got Nathan
This world is so political but who's debating?
And a fucked up move can make 'em tuck guns and shoot the place up
And afterwards kill themselves just 'cause a few occasions
Shit I ain't ever had no trust fund for the loot I'm making
So don't look at me fucked up when I do vacations
Mental health helped me make it blood it's true, I'm brainsick
From mental wards to jail cells to music making
Gotta kill what's toxic homie and go shoot the ages
And keep yo head out while you maneuver through the matrix
Brain
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