bighommy yet it is let's get it see world? ain't no kind×2 summer rain, I'm looking for the train just on the wait, my strengths on the weights ain't no time to waste, gotta to be on place I put on set, so I picture on the paint leonardo's the faith, davinci's my trade for too long I prayed, but yall set a blaze a Wagner on the wait, I push it to the age I bring the aid, my resumes does the neigh I ain't gotta say, strikes are a phone call away living for my best, the days are yet to set my life on the jet, there's only one way like a bird on a cage, I'm stuck to this game this is why I read I got wrongs on red, we learnt to correct these for mistakes, n apologies we make salute to my grades, not on top of As enough to be on set, I'm student of the game thought a lil late, my mission still on play still hitting zones, also on the course to get to that dough, well I'm too grown why yall on da hot, my topic is to ball Sarova with a box, sports n arms gone shop 14s non stop, these are just my spots thinking of Southside, but I'm still outside watching from the side, before I tose a dice I flip it in the ground, you fall before you rise we grew up on rice, that's why I'm wise my heart is white, truth n no lies eyes on the prize, then I realized, fate had it on site you better be in line, I'm on winner's side before the summer slides, I'm cold as winter time come take a ride, a zillion plots to rise revolutions on site, a junta to galvanise no more mr nice, been Simpin for a while that made me wise, then I realised takes alot of time, to own one of the aisles then I got inclined, with decisions that are piled summons by da judge, i gotta arrange the file need some piece of mind, n why I'm always quite like a trader on da grind, hotter than dynamite a crown is my sign, grandson of a knight a future king in site, time to turn the lights it's my turn to shine, Mufasa on a flight beyond the skys I fly, next to stars like kite destination is Thais, lands that are sparse a hero on a fight, to bring justice on spike a war across the sparts, the winner off da nine annoimnet of a knight, resourceful as nun let's be clear, all of this year bringing it near, wall with smear signs of fear, lost all my peers some drunk on beer, others left in sheers poverty ain't my sport, I stick to the dough I grind till I ball, so I save my dogs a hero for my block, black in the flock got the game on lock, prepare for my crown a king of the north, forever on the course though I'm too cold, boy ain't no snow granny you know is john, he gave me my sword drunk it from the source, blessings from the gods south's still my home, ain't never forgot the place that I rock,