Voli:
What have I become?
There’s nothing as real as what I’m ‘bout to say
I guess I was different, I’m in a position to stretch all the limits, I say, “namaste”
Does nobody feel him? With time disappearing, I’m hear bodybuilding, always on my whey (way)
Never arriving, it’s bogus, should I be a god or a soldier
Could’ve been riding the tail of another, but I am no Tagalong, I’m a Samoa
You know him as Voli (Ayyy)
C’mon, you know him as Voli, uh huh, yah, yah
Yes, I was tall, couldn’t dunk, never balled
But, now I’m on the up and up, like I’m seven foot four
See life is pain, but the pain breeds life like a circle
Don’t let it hurt you, eventually it’ll merk ya
Tell em rah, rah, rah
I can’t relate to nobody
Everybody here’s a dick or sucking on somebody, yah know?
Twitter preaching, no degree but you teaching
And giving Lifestyle lessons, homie, save it for your penis
I’m good, just turned thirty, had whisky and a cigar
Next day, I was throwin up like a Latin King in a brawl
Whew, can’t drink like I used to
A little less alcohol, but I still handle these bars
It’s Nouveau, the face of difference, a generation of misfits
Best shit that they’ve never heard of, my flow is better than cursive
Ey, Victor, today we learn ‘em, fuck handouts, no need for Jergens
No major, but major earnings emerging, my flame is burning internal
I’ll break this wall with a wrecking ball and these verses till I die
Cuz if a life’s worth living, it should be murdered
It should be murdered, cuz if a life’s worth living, it should be murdered

I dreamt a pretty nightmare
Skeletons in the closet eat through my flesh
A succubus in the mirror
Put it up on the ceiling, baby, fuck success
Can you hear that sound? Can you hear that sound?
Well, that’s the sound of my beginning
Ohhh no, yeah

Ming:
Teardrops that fall
From his eyes off the side of a mountain
Baptize my soul
I am a salt water child
Niagra falls
They ain't gonna get me
Cause barrels protect me
Can you hear that sound?
Ya hear that sound?

Voli:
The Wall is your gloryhole, cumming, I drill em
I’m all in your mouth, baby, fuck all your feelings
Cuz my life is sweeter, the garden of eden
I chose the Big Apple and I started eating
Some dummies I know never made it and looky
They live through another like Swayze and Whoopie
But I don’t intend to kneel for no handouts
That fire burning, lemme camp out
And go in so hard, I stand out
Never leave hip hop but I branch out
And my trees sprout, tell Oprah, I’m the brand new Deepak
And that’s deep as Pac
Ain’t worried ‘bout money or celebrity
That there’ll be a given like charity
So I pay the dues till I change it all
Let’s change together, what you waitin for, hah?