Fresh off Dreamville Fest
Shout to Nike, sent kicks so my feet feel fresh
Check my psyche, probably find he feel blessed
What's more likely?
Either I'm gon' win or I'm gon' win eventually
I was sleeping on myself, I'm a problem
Heard your album, shit sound more like all-bum
I know the crowd cheering now, but it's a long run
Jedi, I’m a strong one
Bet I be the wrong one to bet against
Highly respected
Maybe I'm too quiet for the dollars I'm expecting
Hell naw, self love, self worth, self hurt
Back when life had me at the bookstore as a sales clerk
Checking magazines, having dreams
One day that be me on the cover plotting schemes
Chop wood, carry water, I been chopping trees
More than a rapper this vocal photography
Let me enlighten you
Since high school I been eating beats like Dwight Schrudt
The nicest at what I do
Just by hearing me through Bluetooth could light a fuse
Crazy how my darkest times gave a brighter view
Hard headed with hard luck, got scarred up
But barred up
My mirror image get starstruck
In God I trust, through storms in flux from here on
Shout to fans that know that my pen is nowhere near norm
Caution left in my past
Power caught in my grasp
Questions bout where I been
Even time couldn't kill my faith

Angels outside my door
Demons inside my mind
Plotting to dim my light
But this time couldn't kill my faith