Released on January 2, 2016

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VERSE:


Loop this beat and act like u gone listen


I wrote this for my weed smokers, poppers, and the skrippas


I wrote this for my d-boys, on corners in the winter


I can't forget my family in Atlanta, with the hammer, handlin business


I been thoroughbred since I was kid


With $10 in my pocket u can't tell me I ain't rich


Used to freestyle in the parking lot with Chris


Those is days I can't forget. That's when I learned how to spit


My remedy is these memories of my melodies


I learned to add meaning to my verses like parenthesis


My Patna had "o's" he split in half like a parenthesis


While I had got changed by the son photosynthesis...And now I'm glad

Can't go back


Running laps. Now I run the track


Just relax


GPS. Now I'm on the map


Writing raps


Cuz last year this time in the "A". I would walk downtown streets everyday. Had to buy food so I'm selling mixtapes


Had to hop rails cuz a Brotha couldn't pay. Homies try to rob me. Wonder what they gone take


So I stood on my 2 FEET, look em dead in the EYE. tell em take my FAITH


And the time I was off Garnett and the gang saw me and try to vade my space


I was too near the crib and my heart wouldn't give for a man getting in my face




HOOK:


When my time come around. i never blow it. I'm a ride though the city like it's stolen

U gotta learn to smile when yo Money ain't flowin


Or when u get it, u gone blow it





VERSE:


Loop this beat and act like you gone listen

No opposition in my vision. I'm gone get it


A wise man said if you can't take the heat get out the kitchen


Boy...with what they left me I finessed and made some chicken


I don't know I been...


On them corners and showin

Jesus love is an ocean

You might just drown in a moment


As I'm quoting from Romans

Army of rappers and poets

We destroying the omens

40 deep and we on it

40 deep and we chosen


Please

I believe

We gone see

Differently

And achieve

Greater things than even He


...Whose blood was shed

The one who Died. And rose again


On my pimpin. I mention

My intuition

Is

In tune wit

Epic sentences

In the book

That was written

For men of whom

That would

Witness a

Inner room

An enlightenment

Spiritual


And come into covenant

With the one who did miracles