Bruised Soles (feat. Jarni Blair)

I've got bruised soles 'Cos I'm way grown Tryna find my way back home Count my boons as 'em desert crumbs flow I'm gon' turn all of my stones Rock bottom make the man And some pressure make a gemstone Tryna put a dollar to my name like Creflo Naija boy, late to the game It's in the blood flow But I'm from the south It's thick skin and tough bone (Yeah) Big attitude through big lips with gusto (Woo!) Trust no kings That's why they tried to crush souls (Nah) But it's I-G-B-O When the dust blow This old head be standin' there No silver, just gold (King!) Cracked no books on the hustle I was born to grind Y'all scared of your potential I'm adorned with mine Thirty times around the sun, man Of course I shine My legacy will not dwarf with time And in my daughter's eyes It's basic I must not say quit Everyday seize the present like I robbed Saint Nick Walk a fine line between tenacious and patient I can't slip I'm fightin' clocks and they can't win I've got bruised soles 'Cos I'm way grown Tryna find my way back home Count my boons as 'em desert crumbs flow I'm gon' turn all of my stones I've got bruised soles 'Cos I'm way grown Tryna find my way back home Who that soldier in the mirror? Oh oh I'm gon' turn all of my stones Impeccably I flow Hardest raps you know Breaking status quo Reaping what I sow Artistry like Van Gogh Get it from my Mama, hips so thick that I need tempo Personality spicy, body banging like a bongo Cause black women been it since Timbuktu, since Pharaohs Sponge rollers and hot combs Lip cheeks and brow bones If you ain't for the culture, then please stay out of my zone These little dummy rappers can never grace my headphones See I'm from a place and space where Ain't no story telling, you just had to have been there If you want the battle, ain't no problem say where I got so much experience, I can even play fair But I'mma keep evolving and growin' And hurting feelings and showin' You need endurance to go in I got mileage on this pen I been busy cause I been out here schooling all these kids Took three decades to have this glow up that I did I've got bruised soles 'Cos I'm way grown Tryna find my way back home Count my boons as 'em desert crumbs flow I'm gon' turn all of my stones I've got bruised soles 'Cos I'm way grown Tryna find my way back home Who that soldier in the mirror? Oh oh I'm gon' turn all of my stones Turn all of my Yeah Q, Regi Auckland, New York