HOOK:

In the beginning

There was man

Then came a women that the Lord made out of sand

They had no sorrow

Had no pain

But then they thought life was just a game

Mirwin:

Fuck my feelings yeah I'm still on the grind

Only live once and I ain’t wastin’ mine

Just put in my pink slip, give it two weeks shit

Focused on rap, makin’ bread off the rhymes

They checkin’ on me ‘cause I’m earnin’ it

Couldn’t cut off my flow with a tourniquet

If they want a look, then I’m servin’ it

Coppin’ the fit from the thrift, you ain’t heard of this uh

Ball so hard I’m a killer like MJ

Dance on the beat I’m a thriller likе MJ

Fall from the top? sorry I’m not MJ

Head in the clouds but I don’t smokе MJ

Assistin’ the beat like I only move forward

I pass from the 4 to the 3 like a crop

Dunkin’ on rappers, put them on a poster

Rushmore of rap, can you save me a spot?

HOOK:

In the beginning

There was man

Then came a women that the Lord made out of sand

They had no sorrow

Had no pain

But then they thought life was just a game

Ajna:

Whole lotta love in the place that I'm from

Lil baby don't act like you know me

We came a long way from watchin' in the basement

To watchin' up top outta nosebleeds

I'm showin' them things that they don't see

When I'm changin' out the shit that's remotely

I was just 24 like Kobe

Now I'm givin' out shots that's OD

Yeah whole lotta love in the place lil bro

If she take it'll wash out

'Cause lotta these girls got scents on they skins

And they ain't the type that's gon' wash out

I'm not a rebound, I'm a box out

Bro got heat on him like cops out

I been had fire, I'll drop now

You should know I'm a sophomore drop out

HOOK:

In the beginning

There was man

Then came a women that the Lord made out of sand

They had no sorrow

Had no pain

But then they thought life was just a game

Mirwin:

You got recess bars I ain’t talkin’ ’08

I make love to the beat no foreplay uh

I’ve done my homework, plus that soul work

They still call me corny like elotes huh

The days go by, waitin’ on me to drop

Two thoughts in my head, what I am and I’m not

Tryna pop like cans, juice flows off top

Like Wiz needs kush yeah I’m takin’ the pot

They’re givin’ me feedback like a mic drop

Can’t have regrets on the day my heart stops

You don’t know me I’m a damn SWAT team

Imma kick down doors if they’re not unlocked

Sauce on the beat like pasta

The way I’m killin’ these drums like ratatata

Golden State bars, straight gas no Zaza

Sippin’ my matcha, smokin’ on all y’all damn