I been doing it before that was cool

Calculating my steps, my breath, my moves

Captivating your heart, your stress through grooves

Activating my spells, my thoughts in the room

I been watching how them youngins now move

Salivating about competition

Hungry for the (hungry for the)

Ambulating through the city with a newfound sense

This is me, in my purest form, I don't owe—

To you, this is probably another good song

To me, this is just another therapy session

I got anger, pain from my ancestors' death

And their debts made them sweat, reparations when I step

When I was fourteen, I knew something was up

Needed something to eat and needed something to tuck

Fast forward two years, now I'm glad I'm protected

I know I got a purpose, I'm looking for a message

Uh, when you're high like this

Co-signs and follows don't really mean shit

Cocoon, the Apollo, the blessings, the bliss

The fall coming from the pride, I gotta chill quick

And I'm tall, gotta kneel down for you

I could really go harder, it's not allowed for you

But don't project, saying that its not in me

It's not camaraderie, know God with me, hold on

I been doing it before that was cool

Calculating my steps, my breath, my moves

Captivating your heart, your stress through grooves

My spells, my thoughts in the room

Back in my bag and I'm elbow deep

The real don't sleep and the dead don't speak

The truth don't matter if you practice what you preach

The lies don't matter when the devil is asleep

These days of frustration (these days of frustration)

We needed salvation (we needed salvation)

Ain't no time for waiting, hell nah (no time for waiting)

Let Him do the saving (let Him do the saving)

These colors mean something (colors mean something)

Pour out for my day ones (pour out for my day ones)

Rock blue like I'm Q but face red like I got rosacea

I heard a wall say "your life is in both hands"

"Either way, good or bad, gotta make your bands"

I gotta choose the good, sticking to the program

Mwadja would be mad if I didn't, I go ham

My father proud, my mother too

The job ain't done, ain't nothing—

Always working, not talking 'bout school

Never hurting, I leave it for the weak

Get into it, under the influence of my peers

Ruined nights making some music

Fought for years against tears, knew I could do it

Throwing up threes for 3, that's who I'm cool with

Back in my bag and I'm elbow deep

The real don't sleep and the dead don't speak

The truth (don't matter if you practice what you preach)

(The lies don't matter when the devil is) asleep