WOW! (feat. Chris Patrick)

like wow wow hands up jumping through the crowd I'm going 2,500 miles with 511

plaques in my halls right now you got the first plat single damn **** wow

wow how you like me now my hunger quadruple when I jump into the crowd with

511 plaques in my halls right now you got the first plat single damn ****

wow wow I'm racing up this tree the best me, I can last, branches falling off beneath

that's the leaves from my past

follow me, hop up in my footprints you can't grasp seeing green when I sleep

night visions to the cash

allow me to reintroduce I came to be

the takeover, breaks over drifting on E

 the crowd lit up ****, I can shift the ground when I sneeze even when the weather's cold

**** bow when I freeze

pound for pound I'm winning every round with this swing

A change of pace, I'm already great and I can see

this can't be a race

because I'm already me, they twitching in when I drop the hottest shit they done seen

a **** from the chi check this ultra light beam

 the hardest **** out out the chi

 Since common dropped Be

When ye was rocking them polos I'm the best

to ever be

 By being me, aint losing sleep for **** I done dreamed

Wow, hands up jumping through the crowd I'm going 2,500 miles with 511 plaques in

my halls right now you got the first plat single damn **** wow wow how you

like me now my hunger quadruple when I jump into the crowd with 511 plaques in

my halls right now you got the first plat single damn **** wow wow

like wow

Chrissy up in complex off a mixtape **** wow masterpiece Da Vinci level

concepts mama proud

the Rolling Stone compilation accomplice to the sound

enormous ovations from 1500 folks is wild

I'm the one they suggest you tread with

the lightest steps your biggest wins to me feel like a light success

 when I couldn't pay my light bill my aura illuminated through nights of stress

surviving every crunch life gave me

 earned me my right to flex like

Who the fuck you know

done lost it all and got it back again

label I was signed to went under thought I wouldnt

rap again

tapping in like typewriters writing tracks while I'm packing sins

Chris Patrick got a soul of a dobermann

No more

barbarian like Conan I'm caning with distribution

had to ghost my old life

 to abrade the pace of the movement

replaced making excuses

created new destinations

I make wine from juices

Here by exploration.

I'm a fucking dog, Wow

hands up jumping through the crowd I'm going 2,500 miles with 511 plaques in

my halls right now

you got the first plat single

damn **** Wow Wow

how you like me now

 my hunger quadruple when I jump into the crowd

with 511 plaques in my halls

 right now

you got the first plat single

damn **** Wow Wow

legitimate pivots hit or miss reaping from God's benefits

put me in the gulag

and I still come out venomous I need like ten of this by ten to six my verses swindling

 I got the iron of a man

 I Hulk em like I'm in the gym

A mamba

underneath the rim, separation shift the preparation but my vision crisp

Eyes closed, **** just mutombos

Shot still swish, pow gotham city for

****

journaling I fit the description, the golden plate in the picture

crown taken, wait on validation, man I'm a miss em

I don't need em

 I can move the needle with God's vision, man on a mission, you cannot TNT end me, sign

sealed and deliver I'm must see TV, can I talk my shit again cus I could DVD

destructive versus doper than a mp3, its wavs

 then I'm out the way in space when I levitate

I'm going toe-to-toe with greats

 Wow, hands up jumping through the crowd

I'm going 2,500 miles with 511 plaques in my

Halls right now

You got the first play single damn **** Wow Wow how you like me now

my hunger quadruple when I jump into the crowd

with 511 plaques in

my halls right now

You got the first plat single damn **** Wow Wow