[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, now you see what the Lord doin'
Rippin' pages out the book, I had to make the story fluent
Thanks to Marshall, I'm sober doin' what I enjoy doin'
I'm puttin Chavis Chandler on, had to at least pay it forward to him
Yeah, every other day another star is born
And that's to freshen the decayin' of the art form
Fuck with my commas, shit will be quick
Got what's in my pocket out of the dirt, filthy rich
I stuck to my promise to momma, stay focused
Double entendre, I'm tryna vocally smoke you, you will be missed
The hocus, the pocus, magician doing tricks in this miserable business
Who spit, loyalty, forgiveness through biblical scripts
Of morals and wisdom, paintin' pictures of this
Historical war of attrition who's just, the dopest, the wokest
I'm five years sober
Trauma from my childhood constantly haunts me 'til I finally cry tears over
Sharp as a gauntlet, with thoughts of my side chick in high heels
'Cause I didn't want her, I needed her, though I didn't want her
I'm hot as July, no lie, I wouldn't lie in a sauna
Invest in the truth, don't expect me to buy into moments
They done took the charts over so now y'all scared of them shook niggas?
Jamal Crawford couldn't crossover and sell me them Wolf tickets
[Interlude]
Uhh, "Best Rapper Alive" broadcasts in five
Four, three, two, one
Yeah, now you see what the Lord doin'
Rippin' pages out the book, I had to make the story fluent
Thanks to Marshall, I'm sober doin' what I enjoy doin'
I'm puttin Chavis Chandler on, had to at least pay it forward to him
Yeah, every other day another star is born
And that's to freshen the decayin' of the art form
Fuck with my commas, shit will be quick
Got what's in my pocket out of the dirt, filthy rich
I stuck to my promise to momma, stay focused
Double entendre, I'm tryna vocally smoke you, you will be missed
The hocus, the pocus, magician doing tricks in this miserable business
Who spit, loyalty, forgiveness through biblical scripts
Of morals and wisdom, paintin' pictures of this
Historical war of attrition who's just, the dopest, the wokest
I'm five years sober
Trauma from my childhood constantly haunts me 'til I finally cry tears over
Sharp as a gauntlet, with thoughts of my side chick in high heels
'Cause I didn't want her, I needed her, though I didn't want her
I'm hot as July, no lie, I wouldn't lie in a sauna
Invest in the truth, don't expect me to buy into moments
They done took the charts over so now y'all scared of them shook niggas?
Jamal Crawford couldn't crossover and sell me them Wolf tickets
[Interlude]
Uhh, "Best Rapper Alive" broadcasts in five
Four, three, two, one
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