I was lost and ofcourse

riding on a black horse

dead flow rap corpse

heading for a divorce

deeper than a flesh wound hard to heal these sores

clean myself up use stay soft for these chores

locked out, till God opened these doors then I walked in realised I'm living with the source

employee's I'm a hip hop boss

invested time badly now I'm coming out a loss

Swati boy, skinny and I'm no Rick Ross

I wanna hear the dealer say the maybach's

all yours

Yes now I'm unashamed pay my dues

it's about time sir and I'm not Gon lose

My size and you can't fill these shoes

It's the right price but more so the one I choose

Ex's I've got a lot of O's in herds

Now it's water out my hose for the thirsty birds

I got, I got, I got, I've got intellectual lyrics for Hip Hop nerds

From a faith filled man delivering these words

to a hater, I crap in your crib to leave turds

And I do what I say as I deliver these verbs whoa

How they still doubt it by now

still don't see that I'm about it right now

I can't even stand to be around it right now

like when shoes off haters real sour right now

let me take it easy, breathe

I'm a born sinner gotta stay on my knees

repent, but yo I hate these triggers

feel I should break everyone of these triggers

But father forgive me I don't wanna be him

I get worked up and my patience wears thin

with a team like this how are we not gonna win, win, win