On a mission treading lightly (lightly)
Gotta meet my maker to feast
Won’t leave until I make history
Show ’em how to make it look easy
Fistful of my pride (fistful of my pride)
My pride (my pride), my pride (my pride)
With a vision on my mind (on my mind, on my mind)
Gotta bake the dough if they ain’t breaking the bread
Give ’em somethin’ more hate erase the middle man
Monopolized every block with a flick from my hand
Never scared I put my worries where they bury the dead
T.D. Jakes for the simple man
Soak my lyrics in Holy Spirit liquid for souls to digest
And underdog with a complex
Won’t flex till I ascend my skin beyond your hands, I’m
Pro level don’t do it for the letter
No better could be my blues the proof is in the chedda
I shredded it like confetti my future is gettin’ clear
Save the resolutions for the losers I’m here
How you mu’fuggas stopping me
Kicking a whole lotta’ dust, I ain’t no time to breathe
Too many of my own niggas died for me
For me to not control da’ fate of my history
Burdened with purpose,
Stand before the storm,
Greet all evil with venom in ya palms
From tragedy to triumph
Here to answer all
Those who stay provoking fire burning in my heart
On a mission treading lightly
Gotta meet my maker to feast
Won’t leave until I make history
Show ’em how to make it look easy
Fistful of my pride (fistful of my pride)
My pride (my pride), my pride (my pride)
With a vision on my mind (on my mind, on my mind)
Strong nigga in appearance with visions of death weighing on me
Livin’ a life where pigs murder you for the glory
Rob your culture take your name tell you history
I’m stressing for seconds by effect the time is waning on me
My niggas say “Get the money, get the money”
But when that shit leave the same niggas won’t front ’em
Gettin’ pussy in the struggle
Don’t feel the same way when you spendin’ all your hundreds
Why you flying from the sun? Said my momma
Didn’t give you wings to let fear overcome you
Didn’t sacrifice for you to wither in the corner
Flaunt your aura like a moor in florence,
Son, you’re more than the sum parts of a king in a mansion
The fashion doesn’t define worth you’re past that
Past facts, living truth niggas stash gold in the back of your earwax Dab that
Burdened with purpose,
Stand before the storm,
Greet all evil with venom in ya palms
From tragedy to triumph
Here to answer all
Those who stay provoking fire burning in my heart
On a mission treading lightly
Gotta meet my maker to feast
Won’t leave until I make history
Show ’em how to make it look easy
Fistful of my pride (fistful of my pride)
My pride (my pride), my pride (my pride)
With a vision on my mind (on my mind, on my mind)
Got a vision, got a vision
Fistful of my pride, uh
With a vision on my mind, uh
Fistful of my pride, uh
With a vision on my mind, yeah-yh
It’s the way! It’s the way!
Surrila!
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