[Verse 1: Davincii]
They like Davincii what you doing
I'm just cooling
Plotting on my next move with my time
But striking with precision in every rhyme
I cannot lose
Too many clues
Telling me to keep pushing
Until they all looking in
And I'm the one that they want to book now
Rose up
Please tell me why they still looking down
Ignore the hate I grind
Until I make it I shine bright
My sight stays focus upon the lime light
Aye
Time right
Looking forward to a new day
No telling [?] wheels upon my fortune
They'll be laying on the floor
I'll eat before they ever put their forks in
No silver spork
Aye fool with them sporks
For runner of the gunner tongue
Have them thinking they're playing sports
Took flight
My life got out declining