[Intro]

Elevating. Elevate, elevate

Don't you be scared nigga

Don't you be scared nigga

One time. Never me

[Verse]

I been on a mission Tryna grant my wishes

More schemes no sleep but this fella dreaming

All this math in 'em raps they don't get the vision

But I can't stop even when I hit the tiptop

Try to keep up but I'm none of the Kardashians

Mehn I'm Mr Martian with a Glock loaded

Got an arsenal but I be sure to get trophies

Times changed lil' man and I'm sure you noticed

See I wasn't just called I was chosen For a greater purpose

Everybody riding waves like they all surfers But nobody perfect

So who am I to judge? Well Certainly not the Lord

Or that boy that was raised by apes in the jungle In this concrete jungle

You gon' always find a judge And most def' a Judas that's ready to sell your worth For some brand new Jays

Yeah I'm talking 23s Cut a life short can't make it to 23

Hustle mad gan nobody cool these days

Blood drips on the floor so the ruby stays

Shoot or get shot that's the rule to the game

So tell em I don't wanna play that was just a mix tape

Riding on a different wave down to get the bricks laid

Rhyming for like seven days never had a weak day...though

Ali with a T.K.O No deal with the devil watch the briefcase close Some follow the directions that the wind vane goes

Too ashamed to be different then you fake it till you even

But there's always somebody to say "that shii ain't cool"

See haters gon' hate, potatoes gonna potate

Can't let 'em get to your brain that's how you king on your lane

Yelling one hundred 'cos he now rocking Adidas

Deep inside he's really bitter and he still ain't true

Now I ain't tryna beef left my shots in the past

Now I'm talking the facts hope it cause an effect

So when I'm hopping on tracks I stay conscious of that like a uhhh...time bomb on my back

Then get me a check A Platinum plaque

The beat be dead I'm rocking black on black

Suggest you move away from this psycho's path

Unpredictable just like a psychopath

Lost my way then went back to Mypa street

Gone are the days I been dey blow cannabis

But mehn I no go lie I dey pop the lean

I no need maximus to master this

I garrit in my jeans I must admit

Put the beat on a plate then bon appetite

My guy I no dey brag, na just de tin

I'm a jigga with the future I got the keys

After this I'll be a masterpiece

But I'm still on the come up from underneath

My guy when e hard get on your knees

And call to heaven God is answering

But e no mean say make you no work

Or you fit broke die like faith without work

That's why with these bars I be on my night job

And e sound good to plus but in the end na minus aye