[Verse 1]

Yeah

Just the beginning, I know that you thought I been working

What I be doing is bigger than me, it’s the bigger the picture it’s under the surface

I keep my motives in line with the King, I been changed by His mercy so I’m playin servant

He just been talking to me so I’m back with the moppin’ to clean out the game like detergent

Dirty my conscience and look at my options

I put away all the profit and took up my armor and prayed that He’d make me a prophet

Moving so heavy they try to prevent me but they couldn’t stop it I’m moving like rockets

They throwing rocks at my window to try and distract me but they cannot capture my focus

Leaving my past in the ashes, demons they coming in masses

Been to the top of the mountain, I been at the summit where everything quiet

I since took a fall cuz my actions were selfish, they caused me to plummet I can’t get inspired

I’m dying to dream again, dying in dreams is all I’ve been able to scrape from the bottom

I feel like I lost 'em but I gotta hold on to God cuz He told me He’d make me apostle

I’m all about action, it’s more than a passion

You people aren’t passive, I see that

Well I’m on a mission, you get up and get in my way and I’ll stomp out your kneecaps

The older the berry the sweeter the juice, in order to gain I needed to lose

I take all my problems and ball 'em and hope that’ll solve em when I’m burning up in the booth

John Wilkes, I hit the play and I’m catching a body

This all that I got man it’s more than a hobby, when I’m killing beats ain’t nobody can stop me

The serial killer, I’m writing down lyrics while eating my Cheerios

Lean on the Rock but I’m more like Mysterio

619 imma run it right back, I’m navigating and making a path

[Verse 2]

I’m navigating like Lewis and Clark

Round up the game like we boarding the ark

Ark of the Covenant, come up and come again, rappers they coveting lyrical art

I been real from the start, man I feel like a Lambo you push me to start

And I’m stepping in sandals on bodies I handled by tossing a candle right into the bread like I’m topping a cake, imma caramel 'em

Highly advise you to para bellum

Grab you a pair of some Parabellums

You better stick to your guns, YakiTheKid and he bringing 'em back to the Son

I never say anything, I never pray to be king I just kept with the hustle and busting my back for this game cuz it happened that hustling brought me to something inside of myself that I couldn’t believe

Who woulda thought I could make anything but an empty promise

If I’m really honest went through puberty letting the words of my demons get through to me

I was so fed up I wrote me a eulogy

Couldn’t compete if you try to be new to me

Cut off my past like a vet doing neutering

Now I be checking the clock and I’m punching it, punching it, punching it, punching it

Check out my name I be hustling

Step on the bus with me, know that I run it like Nike

It’s likely that I’m gonna shoot like I’m 30

My cup isn’t dirty, it’s filled with that Fiji

I’d rather live me a life with some meaning

That’s why I strap up on tracks I got God on my back, I know facts do not care 'bout your feelings

Fought me some demons and they got me back

Did me some learning, God took me to class

Now I know better than waving the white, I took down my pride and He gave me a life

I wouldn’t bother with tryna change me, arms of the Father is all that I laid in

Look at my problems and they all related, God is the one thing that’s never outdated