[Hook: Wasiu]
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried, I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
[Verse 1: Wasiu]
Taste the fury of the black fist
Truly giving bars like the jury do the black kids
This ain't a game boys, purely for the practice
I verse some, they soundbite, then turn me to a classic
They love to bring a nigga up and blast him
Blind him with the flash, take some pictures of the crashing
Put him in the past, he looks handsome in a casket
I won't be a stat, consequences of your actions
Attacking, I'm a fallen angel, my descent is from the heavens
My whippin' is impending, then the blood is ever reverence
The writing is a method, I write it down then death hits
In only words and lines, I see the light and write your sentence
But I'm no Messiah, I was hired by the most high
To come inspire and breath fire on these false gods
Destroy empires through the wire while you're so high
'Cause I'm not a writer, I'm a choir filled with coke lines
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried, I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
[Verse 1: Wasiu]
Taste the fury of the black fist
Truly giving bars like the jury do the black kids
This ain't a game boys, purely for the practice
I verse some, they soundbite, then turn me to a classic
They love to bring a nigga up and blast him
Blind him with the flash, take some pictures of the crashing
Put him in the past, he looks handsome in a casket
I won't be a stat, consequences of your actions
Attacking, I'm a fallen angel, my descent is from the heavens
My whippin' is impending, then the blood is ever reverence
The writing is a method, I write it down then death hits
In only words and lines, I see the light and write your sentence
But I'm no Messiah, I was hired by the most high
To come inspire and breath fire on these false gods
Destroy empires through the wire while you're so high
'Cause I'm not a writer, I'm a choir filled with coke lines
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