Yea
My n***a , I peep God's work
Boy I'm twisted in the clock work
I ain't stoppin 'til I see my Momma sittin' in a fox fur
Til the gold chain hangin all day where the locks curve
And boy I'm not the type to talk first
I be writin' and my heart watch the chalk burst
And if you feelin' like I walk worse, don't it
Chest so high like a hawk , bird floating
N***a I'm in it
I wave my flag just to show that I'm winning
Had the black Timbs gritting through the white snow
N***as tinted , where ya light bulb?
In the big apple I'm a bright soul
My thoughts darken and these n***as that I fight for
This fast life make me write slow
This one for my idols, one for the title
Write 'til my eyes closed
N***a , 'til my lyrics do the scriptures from the Bible
Look into my [?] screaming on arrival
Coming up with knowledge that's my ticket for survival

I know n***as plotting on my downfall
That's why a n***a stay quiet when around yall
Ridin' like the greyhound
Dodgin' all the groundhogs
Some of my youngins stay 'round
Runnin' 'til the ground soft
We still spittin' if it sounds off
This a journey not a couch you can lounge on