I told them that they hadn't seen the last of me

The last of us to come this far ran out of battery

All they needed was rhapsodies

See we were ending catastrophes before we ever had the mastery

I just tactfully manoeuvred swamps of travesties

All I had were my pants and a casual tee

All they had on their minds are the casualties

Experienced by those who lived greater

I had to tell em my path actually different

Narrow as arrows aimed at bone marrows

They screamed blasphemy

And to withstand a rain of insults, Gotta move under the canopy

My strategy wasn't put together rapidly

I studied scriptures, increased my capacity

Captured trophies but never atrophy

I'm a doctor with the gadgetry, CMOI

I know you tired of the scheme, I can switch it up

James Brown, I can give it up

Momma sent him out the house

Said you gotta chase your dreams

Don’t keep waiting for the money

But be yourself by any means

Momma sent him out the house

Finally, finally

Did you come for Jeez or the rapper

I'm just trying to understand ya standards

I set limits just so I can surpass 'em

You see I'm either in a trance or in transit

Man I got drive & I'm flexing

I  could have the keys to the kingdom & a Lexus

Man I got goals, no flukes, no deflections

And my tithes is so expensive, well not expensive

Momma sent him out the house

Said you gotta chase your dreams

Don’t keep waiting for the money

But be yourself by any means

Momma sent him out the house

Finally, finally

Currently I'm too tired to write these

Lyrical mazes. Heard a demon say fight me

I been climbing the wrong ladder for the longest

Our song is not required for those who've gone in

I envisioned a scene, literally

Spiritual spaces for all those who lyrically

Ether beats for as little as a penny

For the thought of victory is underrated, and any

Human can try to predict the Lord's movements

I like to go into battles without a thought of losing

And let loose the noose around the neck

Of the uninformed, the devil is in the stress

Experienced by those who worry over details

New age Marthas, always wondering if we'll fail

Male Mary maybe, let it rain we sailing

Sprung up, it's springtime, we still pacing

Momma sent him out the house

Said you gotta chase your dreams

Don’t keep waiting for the money

But be yourself by any means

Momma sent him out the house

Finally, finally