I speak of promised lands, soil as soft as mama's hands running water standing still
I don't even warn, I don't eat it warm, I won't be reborn I speak to God in public, I speak to God in public He keep my rhymes in couplets He think the new stuff jam, I think we mutual fans I used to dance to Michael, I used to dance in high school I used to pass out music, I still pass out music
Endless fields of daffodils and chamomile
I speak of wonderous unfamiliar lessons from childhood, make you remember how to smile good. I'm pre-currency, post language, anti-label, pro famouse im brodway jo naimaith.
Kanye's best prodigy He ain't signed me but he proud of me I got some ideas that you gotta see Make a vid with shawty and they ship it like the odyssey They never seen a rapper practice modesty I never practice, I only perform
The people's champ must be everything the people can't be I'm getting artsy-farsy, house full of some Hebru Brantleys You must've missed the come up, I must be all I can be Call me Mister Mufasa, I had to master stampedes