Swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing

Swing, swing

I was created a solder

So if I haul off there ain't nothing to do about it

The world got too icy, it's cold, with this light on my path

Make me feel I got new balance

I don't play around since I'm older

I'm not finna wrestle, I walk with a new matic

This that new magic

Talking that talk till my homies all changing

I got the whole crew at it

Swing

Broke off the chains, now I rock it with bling

Fine little baby, might give her a ring

Loaded my sword, but it came with a beam

Rock of the ages, can't miss with the thing

Walking, I'm shining, they all see the gleam

Still standing tall, make me feel like Kareem

Too lucid the God got me living the dream

Fire in my blood, I was made just to swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing

Swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing

Power in my hands, I don't play with the poles

Need me a wife, I don't play with the hoes

Not with the games, little baby, I'm grown

Pure noodle soup mean I'm good for your soul

You in my circle, you can't never fold

Just me and God, I be playing my role

Still tapping in when I think I'm alone

But me and the bro got them feeling at home

Tell my demons, bow down to the master

Where I preach to these sheep, I'm a pastor

Tell the girlie I'm not trying to bag her

My affections on high where it matters

No Da Vinci, I peeped out the pattern

Be my world, get a ring, call it Saturn

Need her tough when it's bad she get badder

Want a diamond, I found in a cavern

Ol girl better know how to swing, swing, swing

Swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing

Swing, swing, swing

Swing, swing, swing, swing

I get bolder when I'm on the rock

Feeling Gucci right down to the socks

If I ride out the sport on the crocs

Dynamite how we blow up the spot

Nazarite, I'm too big for the chop

Up the score with the 4's on the lock

Clean them up, put a sword on the mop

Look up and throw me the lob

Turn from the crowd to the lord of the mob

Pay for the spoils, a quarter to rob

Friend to the world is a foreigner to God

River of blood and I'm tied to the pond

Clean up my heart, it was tide with the pod

Comforting stick, there's a light on the rod

Line up the sights, I ain't taking a shot

Cause OG taught me how to swing, swing, Swing

Swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing

Swing, swing, swing

Swing, swing, swing

Swing, swing, swing, swing

Swing

Swing

Swing

Swing