[Verse 1: D Bridge]

Uh, everyday I fold my hands together

And ask the Lord to please help me mold these plans together

Cause I can't do it alone, it's true that I'm on a mission

My vision is vivid and [?]

Only opticians can see that I'm gifted

Like yuletide, just a cool guy

Sitting poolside in my imagination

Watch a dream unfold, I done dreamed so long

Down to scheme with my team 'til the green don't fold

It ain't a pipe dream no mo'

Oh no, so I'mma go, one step at a time

I'm next up in line, I guess I'm defined by reppin what's mine

I reckon my time is approachin' (is approachin')

That's what I'm hopin' (that's what I'm hopin')

And I pray that my career is never folding (never folding)

Like origami, I'm posted with Imani

Cause the verse is picture perfect

And to let you know we grindin'

Cause life is hard, but pain is mental

So while y'all making paper planes, I'm chasing this paper, playing it simple

Ha, swear y'all should put me in the hall of fame

Cause life and art is all the same

And when it unfolds, my legacy will be flawless mane

[Hook: D. Bridge]

So, so, so, fuck you just pay me

There's no ifs, buts or maybes

And dont look at me crazy

Come on, try all you want

But know that you'll never phase me, beat me, or play me

So listen when I tell you Im on

Cause Im on, Im on, Im on

Yeah Im on, Im on, Im on

So, so, so I know you see me shining

I won't fold like origami

Cause my whole city behind me, fo'sho

[Verse 2: Gerald Walker]

I just kept on saying "yes," as they kept on saying "no"

So nigga don't compare me to the rest

Cause when they stop, that's when I go

So nigga you know

You're now listening to the one of the realest that ever would do it

Them niggas that shot, won a fortune then blew it

Put your middle fingers up if you tired of the foolish songs

And the shit that these other niggas biten

Always told "remain humble," nigga who the fuck we kiddin'?

Tell the world that we down to bring it back

All the lyrics that they lack

So I suggest you niggas pay attention

So if it's a clique or a gang full of niggas

Or whether I'm doing this shit on my own

I've never been scared to do this shit alone

It's real nigga shit, mothafucka should'a known

And I'm never the type to come snap, rap, and dance

Wait on another or sit on my hands

[?] in this stuff and you might get a shot

No time to be scared, just piss in your pants

Just understand, it's only a matter of time before they know me

Girl to slow me, and my homies, get up on me

Like they know me, they control me

Listen closely, I don't need a bunch of phonies tryna own me

Maybe stone me or dethrone me

Rather stay by myself and be lonely

Still doin' the tune

No matter who in the room or who in the building

No matter who close the show

You can ask the party people who stole it though

They know

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]

Fo'sho, fo'sho, fo'sho, fo'sho, fo'sho, fo'sho

IGH! Chance? The Rapper? IGH! IGH!

Run up in your spot like

Give me that spotlight, that limelight

Rhyme like light skin Marshall

Artist crucial, superfarcial

Caution, the kids is in the van, it's like a super carpool

My shoes is stupid awful, rose gold my tulips purple

Pass the piff, pacifist or a fist

Or a kiss, or kids, orifice

Nothing rhymes with oranges

Little illeterate, run from the litter

Deliver the faith that we had in you gone

Origami oracles, paper tell my fortune

People told me once before, that everything's gon' blow up

You can make a crane or plane

Dependin' how you fold it (IGH!)