Pray for the people I make up the easel first, then paint what I see through
The maze, I´m an eagle, spend a day up at the creek We got the same amount of heat too, but they not as regal Crudités not gon´ cut it, cut it slight Braids brought out my eyes I saw a light, I was nine Told my nigga Miles we might gon´ be aight Guess I was right, twenty-five was a quarter to life I´m on it, I strike, trials Tricknolog´ you fond of, I don´t even like The socialite reformed, alone every night Post-performance, dizzy in the corner, boy, it wasn´t nice Learnin´ how to get grimy Pick a pole to grab and flip Ho, we gon´ shake something now
I got some time this year I´ma go ten rounds and dip out, what time is it? Mami Wata, shawty blew the fish out Piscean just like my father, still got bones to pick out For now let´s salt the rims and pour a drink out And sip (Mmh)