Mission Statement
Why are we yelling on Christmas
A happy home is the only thing that's on my wishlist
Start the new year off on better footing
Brand new ankle brace for how I cook em
Me and my demons go back like Fila
Been a grimey nigga since a knee high
Can't deny, I put this fly shit on so hopefully she'd notice it
You can't walk to these goals we Ford Focus it
Now I'm the man in the mirror had to focus shift
Better late than never, paid off the red door notice slips
With thoughts to off his self but his moms ain't seen Egypt yet
My girl ain't purchase all the purses and designer sets
Don't know what my son wants but giving everything under the sun to my daughter
The biggest bags for my dogs
Suitcases to court broads on exotic waters
Jones hold me down like Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy for me he'll burst ya Dirty Bubble
I put his name in most of my songs cuz its hard to tell my bro I love you
You can't move mountains less you starting with the Barney Rubble
Seven years rapping won't even sprain a muscle
Game in the headlock making em say uncle
Daddy now by two times so if the raps don't work committing new crimes
Never see me in the mall we don't do the shoe shines
Too big to fill I'm cut true to size
Arm and a leg for a verse can't Groupon
Farm to the table with the rhymes
Self made label been waiting for the stars to align
I'm waiting for the days where the cards won't decline
And not just for me, I'm talking bout the fam when I say me and mines
Our American dream plus a piece of the pie to build a bakery
Advice the only thing I'll let you take from me
With my tongue as my sword and my pen as my shield ain't no erasing me
Just starting to become the man that I was made to be
We got goals we got visions
Twenty Twenty Three million dollar premonitions
We got goals we got dreams
A lil CREAM to boost ya self esteem
Let me tell you what I'm worth
Been a legend since I blossomed from the earth
Cuz I got pain in my pours
I got dirt in my eyes
I got rips in my shirt
I got holes in my soul, Icebox where my hearts supposed to go
Trying to get to the bread before it molds
I got to get to the bread before its gone
Few things that I can control, world in my hand I'm closing palms
Getting to the bread before it molds, stick to the plan and never fold
A happy home is the only thing that's on my wishlist
Start the new year off on better footing
Brand new ankle brace for how I cook em
Me and my demons go back like Fila
Been a grimey nigga since a knee high
Can't deny, I put this fly shit on so hopefully she'd notice it
You can't walk to these goals we Ford Focus it
Now I'm the man in the mirror had to focus shift
Better late than never, paid off the red door notice slips
With thoughts to off his self but his moms ain't seen Egypt yet
My girl ain't purchase all the purses and designer sets
Don't know what my son wants but giving everything under the sun to my daughter
The biggest bags for my dogs
Suitcases to court broads on exotic waters
Jones hold me down like Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy for me he'll burst ya Dirty Bubble
I put his name in most of my songs cuz its hard to tell my bro I love you
You can't move mountains less you starting with the Barney Rubble
Seven years rapping won't even sprain a muscle
Game in the headlock making em say uncle
Daddy now by two times so if the raps don't work committing new crimes
Never see me in the mall we don't do the shoe shines
Too big to fill I'm cut true to size
Arm and a leg for a verse can't Groupon
Farm to the table with the rhymes
Self made label been waiting for the stars to align
I'm waiting for the days where the cards won't decline
And not just for me, I'm talking bout the fam when I say me and mines
Our American dream plus a piece of the pie to build a bakery
Advice the only thing I'll let you take from me
With my tongue as my sword and my pen as my shield ain't no erasing me
Just starting to become the man that I was made to be
We got goals we got visions
Twenty Twenty Three million dollar premonitions
We got goals we got dreams
A lil CREAM to boost ya self esteem
Let me tell you what I'm worth
Been a legend since I blossomed from the earth
Cuz I got pain in my pours
I got dirt in my eyes
I got rips in my shirt
I got holes in my soul, Icebox where my hearts supposed to go
Trying to get to the bread before it molds
I got to get to the bread before its gone
Few things that I can control, world in my hand I'm closing palms
Getting to the bread before it molds, stick to the plan and never fold
Credits
Writer(s): Tariq Muhammad
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