Its On

They gone wanna hear this lets make sure my mic is on

Blunt look like some stuffed crust
When i light it know its on

Smoke fill up my lungs my eyes get low you know its on
I just hit a lic to get some chips then dip im gone

I just wanna see my people up like when them taxes drop
You know touch and buss cannot compare cause this that straight drop
Is he from the burg or from the wick we need a landmark
He just scream out wynn but he dont play boy this aint no gamestop
Ima bet on me then catch my point and then i cash out
Hard to take u serious bout some bizzness wit yo ass out
Niggaz put they trust in man and wonder why they assed out
I just put my trust in god he fed me thru the last drought
I cant tell the difference cause they all just look like mascots
Racin cross the causeway to the island thats the cash cow
Just got off the phone wit p he talkin bout the nasdaq
Im just tryna catch a play to put me on the fast track

They hear me loud and clear
Was on the line wit god lastnight
He told me son just have no fear
I said its hard he said i know but just know im always here
I said but god i got some enemies
Who wanna see me down
He said so what them same enemies
Gone fit u for yo crown
He said hollup as we speak im turning smiles right into frowns
I said shonuff i can always count on you to hold me down
He said i told you i really hope that you believe me now
I said amen
Then i got up off my knees but then i dropped back down again
I had to thank the lord for being my
Holy father and my friend
Gotta thank you all for hatin yall done turned me up again
Just when they thought that i was down and out god said its time to wynn