Theme Song (feat. Joey Zen, Jason Isaac, FiNE$$E THA PHANTOM & J.R.C.)

Like hold up, this my theme song
Had to put whole the fam and the team on
Like hold up, this my theme song
Gotta show off every time to show what we on

And what I'm on is a different level
Difference in the medal
Making gold in the middle treble
In a little cellar
Good Enough like Austin
But I'm really feeling awesome
I asked Willy "What it Do?"
And he said that we just flossin'
So let me crack a smile as I crack a bong then crank it out
This another song where I wine and dine then take 'em out
Talking to the lord in my head told her save me now
Picked my head up, said my thanks and then I made it out, yeah

This the theme song
This the theme song
This the theme song, shorty sing song wit' my demons
Shawty blowin' circles in my turban with her ring off
Suck me off Sahara, pull dat lever turn my fien' on
Bless me like salud, I speak dat Spanish, she speak Klingon
Spock be on da spot, dat white- not rock, lil mama cling on
Shawty you can lean on don't leach on
I said get yo G on, freeze on what we on, shawty
He ain't on what we on, you not big 40

I'm on one, bitch I'm on one
You say that this shit is hard, but it's really our fun
Who knew that all of this art would help create our funds?
We the saviors of the city like this shit was Gotham, somebody stop him
We generating compensation through the generations
Got up off my ass because I ain't have any patience
Living in the moment, swear y'all living up in latence
Me without the bars is like a doctor without patients
Like a pastor who ain't got no souls left for the saving
Pain is nevermore, guardian angel is a raven
Had to grab the throne because I saw that shit was vacant
Conquer everything I do because I simply take it

In the meantime before you hit that rewind
Take a minute just to feel me do I seem fine?
Do I seem crazy? Don't matter bitch I feel amazing
Yo for real, roll the film my motion picture playing
My whole life on display for the richest bid
Good heavens kid, you relishing in all this victory?
Are you not? Must've missed it
Spent too many nights in the kitchen
Come to think about it, could never dedicate too much of my time
It's called a grind, hoe (Grind, hoe!)
Never failed at my mission, I applied those
Skills that taught myself



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Zemola
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