chris wise - win freestyle lyrics
this is america: false
this is my heritage: boss
black as the narrative lost
on the back on the back of the boats
still i’m the number one: ayton
rise through the ashes, hatred
lucky i’m good with the numbers
i had to cook budgets through struggling summers
but f– it now run it up run it up run it up
i got a master plan
took off a season to armor up
welcome me back with the armored truck
back in the zone writing lasers
i feel like ramon with the razor
homecoming on the way
ebbets, i’m rounding the bases
i gotta see smiles on my grandmama faces before i go flex for a gram
catch a major tan on the bajan sands
cracking coconuts
shucking sugarcanes
chessboxing like sugar ray
hood amazed when i do my thing
god’s plan
jesus name
bro said i’m nas second coming
surely it was written
coulda been a mummy
slaved to the prison
learned how to manage the rage of caged living
15th floor wasn’t penthouse for me
philly guts everywhere i stepped out
rent due
stressed out
need a vacay
so i ran ten miles
had to hit my d.a.s.h
patience my pace
ain’t no race for the cash
my time
ready for it
i’m a heavy poet
with the deadly pen
k!lling verses since 9 or 10
back when kanye had the violinist
repping crown heights every single sentence
single droppin’
record setting
bet they know me then
7 years in
i’m just getting started
humble spirit
but for sure the bigger artist
low key
to a fault?
maybe
socializing
don’t pay the bills
dropping vocal diamonds
sure will
and i know my role still: beast
hold still while i feast
grew up different when it comes to beats
i was told to walk hands and feet
music business worth 20 bs
word is born
wisdom taking 3
two for us
one for the seeds
brought it from the soil
dredged through the mud
prayed for miracles and walked on the flood
danced through the fire in a lincoln jersey
shuttlesworth or a marbury
most val need a 30 for 30
all caps keep my name looking st-rdy
respect it
my necklace embody the sacrifice
death is a guarantee
life is a choice
i’m choosing to fly
mile high with my bride
left hand on the mic
right all on her thigh
no one taking what’s mine
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