[Intro]
And the higher power shinned a magnificent light!

[Hook 1]
Baby girl, why you tripping?
Don't you know that I'm finna be paid
'Cause everything I do, I engulf in flames
So tell me mama, why you tripping?
When you know that I'm finna be large
Excepting all my blessings with open arms
Man, I don't even know why I'm tripping
When I know that I'm finna be the shit
And have everything I want within my grips

[Verse I]
Exploring landscapes on these corny apes
Over the holy breaks
Stories unfold in your face
From the Golden State
There is no debate
Finally my moment strikes like a Coppola drama slowly fades
No more arguments on a frequent tip
At the Vailum pitch, a champagne glass shatters like this
No mortal can prevent the coordinates
Of where I'm going next
Your brain can't fathom a bit
Patterns transition
Similar to my existence
In this life
Darkness before the sunlight spreads on the sky
Analyze portraits
In a past time before this
Look into my mother and father's eyes
And see I'm arising
And won't apologize
Guess I was blessed with the shit that I earned
And I meant every word
That I said to the world
I give a hundred percent
N***** check my referrals
That's plurals
My name
Spread across the city like [?] [?]
That's [?]
That's [?] [?]
I snatched the juice when the nectar was the purest
My inception is destiny
That's definitely destined
[Hook 2]
So Baby girl, why you tripping?
Don't you know that I'm finna be paid
'Cause everything I do, I engulf in flames
So tell me mama, why you tripping?
When you know that I'm finna be large
Excepting all my blessings with open arms
Man, I don't even know why I'm tripping
When I know that I'm finna be the shit (Man, I got this shit)
And have everything I want within my grips

[Verse 2]
Spark haze-ups
Soar like arch-angels
Park rangers ain't surrounded by more trees than this
Harper scored lasers
Shot like Darth Vader
Death Star [?]
Clark Gable
Gone with the Wind
Off the radar
I'm the same back and forth
That's a palindrome
And a real emcee, over a thousand clones
Modern day humor that got you and your crew cackling
Was actually acting me since my teens back at the Factory
And you don't know the half
Of the glass that is empty
Libations expand, phonographs blast a symphony
My visions are released to become they own entity
I try not to fool myself into thinking that it's all [?]
When deep down inside is an invisible force
So I'm an instrument implemented on this particular course
The magnificent energy is absorbed
From the stone I pull the sword
While the choir sing the chorus
Like
[Outro]
Brother Deacon, pass the collection basket around. I don't know who feels the spirit. Excuse my language congregation, but [?]!