[Intro: FifthGod]

[Chorus: Radamiz]

First they gon' love your style

Then they gon' hate your soul

First they gon' love your style

Then they gon' hate your soul

But you my son from sun up to sun down

From Bucktown to Uptown

Humble kid don't give a fuck now

Getting nervous, there's only 1 CROWN

You gon have to give me my space man x4

[Verse 1: Radamiz]

I plays rocks paper scissors

With the locked, grave or singer lifestyle

This LP shows how to the Kill-the mike now

They still popping Hector Morejon’s and killing Mike Browns

Still gon' ride the braless Benzo and make my mom’s proud

This for my roots, plus the truth never needed believers

Keep goals in a bulletproof, spit holy Aquafina

This that gospel in the middle of a brothel, tested

Feds tryna turn my fire to a fossil, never

Break bread with the black Gods and baby buddhas

Being you was my past job, but now I’m truer

At retail selling Sunnei and soul searching

Discussing the infinite with coworkers

Understanding that we’re all perfect

I feel like Jaden Smith

I know like my whole life is changing while yall playing this

I really paid for this

Now watching the seeds I planted grow's my orgasm

Tell homeless people I love em whenever when I walk past em

Those weren't losses, they just mountains

Hungry, never thirsty while ya'll drowning

Allergic to your doubting

While ya'll car shop retiring I'm reviving the feeling

Keep smoke out my nostrils and gold by my pendant

Wu Tang’s for the children, Mogul Club's for the infants

I've been milly rocking for 44 days on top of pyramids

So if the noise ain't bout my circle, its fuck you

The pussy that birthed you and the Trojan you burst through

[Chorus: Radamiz]

First they gon' love your style

Then they gon' hate your soul

First they gon' love your style

Then they gon' hate your soul

But you my son from sun up to sun down

From Bucktown to Uptown

Humble kid don't give a fuck now

Getting nervous, there's only 1 CROWN

You gon have to give me my space man x4

[Verse 2: I.O.D]

I lay my lines just so you can breath it in

I been a human but don't know what's a human being

We go to Barney's so we can play pretend

I wish I wish with all my heart to fly without a pen

Without a care without a fear of what's to come

I call my niggas, "Sun (son)"

Cause you can shed your light on us but all you do is run

I know I got the Midas touch when writing up a pun

Dun da dum dum, we only just begun

And I can see the end

Sad crow memento

But Ima be a king

Man there's only 1 CROWN

Sun up till sun down, I grind like boards, am I so bored?

Many fools count chickens 'fore they cluck

Dollars 'fore they buck, these bullets 'fore the duck

But not us, you got us? We polished in the coliseum

Please believe in my reflection is 3M

Gold dreams, please no DMs

Need sun, they try to take my freedom, I go Liam

Preeing up in the PM, I'm peeing up in the John

See narcoleptic shit, so I don't really see 'em

I'm in my REM, and cougars wanna sleep

Cause the Freddy Kruger heat and I'm screaming out

"Carpe Diem!"

Dayum, you really got this fly

With lines over FL and not ask Y

[Verse 3: Kidaf]

Nothing is something and something is nothin'

If you ain't getting back tomorrow then why is you frontin?

My brother told me that you got to play it cool

Cause there's always someone out to get it too

So I be on the move

Forever more amidst a life of stress

In the darkness we adjust the light, just to light the sess

Am I cheefin? For me niggas will pack lead meaning I'm never falling like a crackhead leanin'

I know you seen it before

Smooth cuties on corners and blue bus seats if the fool trust me I trust them and the tool touch me

"These cops is too touchy" my mamma said as I left

I put on my coat, told her "I'm blessed" and then I stepped

Heard a couple sirens the silence and then I'm vex

Cuz they sounds, they be killing the vibe that's in my chest

I'm going thru pitfalls but yo it ain't shit y'all

Ain't looking for no drama just a cent in my tip jar but

Is it king shit?

The block still sling shit

The strings lift, the puppets fuck it pop pills sing spit

I'm waiting

Inspiration is shedding somebody's shell

Dead in somebody's cell

Your heavens somebody's hell

It's inner vision

Live for like or you in it bitchin

Just know this isn't just bible recitals with no religion

Just go and listen

My coalition peep the cold cases

And see the whole nation on a need to know basis

What it is?

[Bridge: FifthGod]

[Verse 4: Oswin Benjamin]

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[Verse 5: Latasha Alcindor]

Above all you gon love my style

But best believe Imma keep my soul

And because of that, city want it

Asking when I'm coming back

Finally I'm getting blow international

America coming

"I always known, L.A. Been Rap Neo and Leeloo"

But two years ago saying L.A. was so so

Fuck you mean I'm so so?!

This is tundra to the core

Froze a hater to the pore

Hunger Strike mode

Birthright be the flow

Umbilical cord to the mic my Lord

Seeing my mental get mantel

Now be sure or be bistro

Everything I do is straight up for the hijo

Nigga trying to level up without having cheat code

Paid my dues what the fuck else I gotta show , huh?