[Hook]

I might just pick my suit up

And get on my Sinatra

Young Simba in the jungle

Channeling his Mufasa

Got my people behind me

Waheguru da khalsa

I might just pick my suit up

And get on my Sinatra

[Bridge]

Man I done told you

This that new order

Came from the land of

Meadows and fodder

[Verse 1]

Brown boy from the land of Gandhi, yall can't stop me yall can't stop me

About to take the world, and shake the world, all in my Khakis

Hold on, been a minute since I let my vision hit the floor

If Vip is in the house, then your bitch is at the door

Could have the world in my bag, but the kid always wanted more

Now I'm lookin at the grammys like I'm lookin at a cornerstore

Woah kemosabe, chandeliers in my lobby

Shinning brighter than the future of your phony little hobby

They ain't never told me, what to do, when to do

But it's easy to see when you got such a view

They be meddling their shoes, never gave a fuck bout you

Karma come around cuz they ain't really had nothing to do

In forever, forever ever ever ever ever ever

Never ever have you ever heard a rapper do it better

[Hook]

I might just pick my suit up

And get on my Sinatra

Young Simba in the jungle

Channeling his Mufasa

Got my people behind me

Waheguru da khalsa

I might just pick my suit up

And get on my Sinatra

[Bridge]

Man I done told you

This that new order

Came from the land of

Meadows and fodder

[Verse 2]

Gimme a moment, I ain't trynna sugarcoat it

These are testing times, everything's sounding distorted

The validated insecurities of the ignorant

Upper echelon, valedictorians

Profiting from powers that the people bestowed in them

Looking down upon all of the folks that had chosen them

Plotting from the room that the throne was in

So we rose again, cuz roses grow again

Picking apart all of the pieces they tore us in

Charm of the rebirth, we're looking so flourescent

Look at that glimmer of hope, it's trynna tow us in