*Harold John*

[Intro: Syne]

Six...

Side!

[Hook: Syne]

Winner’s circle, this the shit we do

I thank the Lord every mornin’ get to make my moves

I thank the Lord every mornin’ get to chase that loot

Don’t complain little nigga, gotta pay your dues

Every day, every year, I increase my worth

Niggas fuck with the boy ‘cause they peep my work

All the hate, all the love shit make me smirk

Got my hunger and my thirst ‘cause I came from the dirt

Bitch!

[Verse 1: Harold John]

Out the mud, earthworm

Dad was a bastard, guess I could of come from worse sperm

I’ll never know, buried alive, Prodigal Son rose from the gave

I’m the Phoenix out the ashes with no Jean Grey

Blood of the enslaved in my veins, as well as pharaohs

Walkin’ contradiction, masonic down to the marrow

All ancient mysteries coded in my DNA

You don’t need a microscope, just take a look in my face

Eyes windows to the soul, lift la ventana and take a peak

At least six billion ears this voice was made to reach

I’m the One, Neo Sci-Fi, connected like Wi-Fi

To a higher power, while you fools tryin’ to be wise guys

[Hook: Syne]

Winner’s circle, this the shit we do

I thank the Lord every mornin’ get to make my moves

I thank the Lord every mornin’ get to chase that loot

Don’t complain little nigga, gotta pay your dues

Every day, every year, I increase my worth

Niggas fuck with the boy ‘cause they peep my work

All the hate, all the love shit make me smirk

Got my hunger and my thirst ‘cause I came from the dirt

Bitch!

[Verse 2: Harold John]

Out the soil, deep roots

You indigenous? Me too

No hash tags, rather have the land back

Wrote my own reparations check and still have that

So U.S. Treasury: let me know when I can cash that

‘Nare’ new under the sun, your future is moi’s flashback

I saw Rome fall and how Greeks stole it all

From philosophy to STEM and democracy from Africa

If America falls next what will come after us?

Welcome to Aquarius, the Age of Enlightenment

It was written women shall rise again

And all with melanated skin

So my people keep yo’ eye on the prize

And do the Barack and Jay Rock:

Win

Win, win, win, win

[Hook: Syne] (Ad-libs: Harold John)

Winner’s circle, this the shit we do (This what we do!)

I thank the Lord every mornin’ get to make my moves (Thank you, Lord!)

I thank the Lord every mornin’ get to chase that loot (Hallelujah!)

Don’t complain little nigga, gotta pay your dues (Get to work!)

Every day, every year, I increase my worth

Niggas fuck with the boy ‘cause they peep my work

All the hate, all the love shit make me smirk

Got my hunger and my thirst ‘cause I came from the dirt

Bitch!

[Outro: Harold John]

Out the gravel, grindin’

Where I’m from, pressure just molds coal to a diamond

Witness a lion—

Ha ha ha ha ha

*Veritas*