[Verse] Pray for the people I make up the easel first, then paint what I see through The maze, I'm an eagle, spend a day up at the creek We got the same amount of heat too, but they not as regal Crudités not gon' cut it, cut it slight Braids brought out my eyes I saw a light, I was nine Told my nigga Miles we might gon' be aight Guess I was right, twenty-five was a quarter to life I'm on it, I strike, trials Tricknolog' you fond of, I don't even like The socialite reformed, alone every night Post-performance, dizzy in the corner, boy, it wasn't nice Learnin' how to get grimy Pick a pole to grab and flip Ho, we gon' shake something now I got some time this year I'ma go ten rounds and dip out, what time is it? Mami Wata, shawty blew the fish out Piscean just like my father, still got bones to pick out For now let's salt the rims and pour a drink out And sip (Mmh)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
