Evergreen
I'm exclusive
I'm exclusive
I'm exclusive
I told a demon, can't touch, I'm exclusive
Stop playing 'em games, what you doing
I just had to offer up my two cents
Boy I ain't Job, don't be stupid
I told a demon, can't touch, I'm exclusive
Stop playing 'em games, what you doing
I just had to offer up my two cents
Boy I ain't Job, don't be stupid
Seasons come and go but you never leave me
Your fruits they always in season
Like why wouldn't I believe in what never ceases
Through the fall, Through the winter
Seasons come and go but you never leave me
Your fruits they always in season
Like why wouldn't I believe in what never ceases
Through the summer, Through the spring
You can't let 'em move you out the way
You set on a path and you know you can't sway
You gon' take a stand, I ain't talking lemonade
You go in the spirit, do a heavenly tirade
Once you discover that you're magnificent
You can't move like you're limited
You terrify terror, ya always move militant
Ya building is founded on significance
Ya mirroring the word, not to mention ya riches is
Deep like your only choice is drown
In the grace that abounds
You surrounded by the word
Which other sound could surround
You adjacent to prosperity,
'Cause It ain't ever chasing
You a Jason born to treat storms like norms
You gon' go the farthest
Careful whatcha take part in
Careful who's imparting
Feed your faith, don't starve it
Can't lock up your gold, cause of porridge
And to any Peter tryna discourage
You tell 'em they can't touch, 'cause you exclusive
& You don't play no games, you a ruler
You might have throw in like 2 cents
Cause you ain't Job, you ain't stupid
Seasons come and go but you never leave me
Your fruits they always in season
Like why wouldn't I believe in what never ceases
Through the fall, Through the winter
Seasons come and go but you never leave me
Your fruits they always in season
Like why wouldn't I believe in what never ceases
Through the summer, Through the spring
I told a demon, can't touch, I'm exclusive
Stop playing 'em games, what you doing
I just had to offer up my two cents
Boy I ain't Job, don't be stupid
I told a demon, can't touch, I'm exclusive
Stop playing 'em games, what you doing
I just had to offer up my two cents
Boy I ain't Job, don't be stupid
Can't touch,
I'm exclusive
I'm exclusive
I'm exclusive
I'm exclusive
I told a demon, can't touch, I'm exclusive
Stop playing 'em games, what you doing
I just had to offer up my two cents
Boy I ain't Job, don't be stupid
I told a demon, can't touch, I'm exclusive
Stop playing 'em games, what you doing
I just had to offer up my two cents
Boy I ain't Job, don't be stupid
Seasons come and go but you never leave me
Your fruits they always in season
Like why wouldn't I believe in what never ceases
Through the fall, Through the winter
Seasons come and go but you never leave me
Your fruits they always in season
Like why wouldn't I believe in what never ceases
Through the summer, Through the spring
You can't let 'em move you out the way
You set on a path and you know you can't sway
You gon' take a stand, I ain't talking lemonade
You go in the spirit, do a heavenly tirade
Once you discover that you're magnificent
You can't move like you're limited
You terrify terror, ya always move militant
Ya building is founded on significance
Ya mirroring the word, not to mention ya riches is
Deep like your only choice is drown
In the grace that abounds
You surrounded by the word
Which other sound could surround
You adjacent to prosperity,
'Cause It ain't ever chasing
You a Jason born to treat storms like norms
You gon' go the farthest
Careful whatcha take part in
Careful who's imparting
Feed your faith, don't starve it
Can't lock up your gold, cause of porridge
And to any Peter tryna discourage
You tell 'em they can't touch, 'cause you exclusive
& You don't play no games, you a ruler
You might have throw in like 2 cents
Cause you ain't Job, you ain't stupid
Seasons come and go but you never leave me
Your fruits they always in season
Like why wouldn't I believe in what never ceases
Through the fall, Through the winter
Seasons come and go but you never leave me
Your fruits they always in season
Like why wouldn't I believe in what never ceases
Through the summer, Through the spring
I told a demon, can't touch, I'm exclusive
Stop playing 'em games, what you doing
I just had to offer up my two cents
Boy I ain't Job, don't be stupid
I told a demon, can't touch, I'm exclusive
Stop playing 'em games, what you doing
I just had to offer up my two cents
Boy I ain't Job, don't be stupid
Can't touch,
I'm exclusive
I'm exclusive
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Isesele
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