[Verse 1]
Look, ayy
Shout out to all of the labels
Who put it on paper
Until they knew that I was reading
Shout out to all of the artists I pay for a feature
And what they sent back couldn't feature
Shout out to all of the artists who stood in the middle
Just to dance for the media
Wicked for the Wikipedia
Wicked for the Wiki- uhh
I am not one of them, could never be
Mad at me 'cause I could spot out a leech
My view is still from the top of a tree
I cannot fall when I fight from my knees
I'm not [?] if I run with a Viking
But tell me when silence has set any free
Taking church to the streets
Is it faith, fame, or a fеat?

[Verse 2]
[?]
Now I'm back throwing them dice
Shout out to all of the labеls
Who needed ideas, kept calling my wife
Shout out to all of the artists
Who stealin' ideas, think they out of sight
We want everything but Christ
We want everything but light
If you scared, go to church
66, get us right
We on the feed, but we not fed
We wanna lead, but we not lead
Zeal comin' from the youth
What good is direction without the head?