Dark Sky Transition
Father pray for me...
Show me the light (father pray for me)
Lift me to the skies (pray for me!)
Uh, It's been a while, since I believe that I'm ready to die
Feels like the matrix, this life we living is a lie
I had to close my eyes and I had to pray to God
Dropped on my 2 knees, and pray to god my souls to fly, fly, fly
Up to the mighty paradise
Insomnia, deep thoughts at night I cannot close my eyes
As I'm looking side to side, feeling trapped inside a crime
I can't clear my mind, it's like I'm chased by my demise
I was told, blood is thicker than them Atlanta strippers
So if I feel for you, then imma be your Mona Lisa
I can be tender, even though I'm labeled to be sicker than the Joker
I guess if I die the world will be better
Soon as I heard the beat, knew I had to bring the Stunna
Back from retirement like my name is "Money Mayweather"
They all follow the wave 'cause they know it's getting bigger
Like L, Pun and Notorious Poppa, better get the bigger picture
It was meant to be
Stand the fuck up and say welcome back to Stunna P
Linked with Xu, in the stu, spitting out the V
scheming with the crew, ballin' out and rolling deep
I found back my groove, I done lost my patience
All this time my pen been itching, I could not stay latent
All this time I've been fighting against my inspiration
All this time I've been looking for a source of motivation
Now I'm back, and I'm better, I'm going harder
And my flow is nicer, and my rhymes is sharper, and my barz is higher, and I still deliver
The best punchlines in the game I'm even meaner
Working like I'm broke, eating like a bitch that's skinny
Now I'm ballin the hardaway, like my name is Penny
Now my rocket is taking off like Hakeem and Kenny
Now a brother's got a range like baby Keem and Kenny
Uh, basketball bars, comeback season for that starting spot, Ricky Rubio
Winning record drawing plays like Pop, San Antonio
Hurricane Rana jumping from the top, Rey Mysterio
And there we go, and there we go
They bragging bout that wit like I ain't friends with jibrilnextdoor
Neighborhood of drip and I got Jibril living next door
Never bring a knife onto a muthafucking gun fight
Chop 'em up like Tay Roc, then I hit 'em with the "that's light!"
Show me the light (father pray for me)
Lift me to the skies (pray for me!)
Uh, It's been a while, since I believe that I'm ready to die
Feels like the matrix, this life we living is a lie
I had to close my eyes and I had to pray to God
Dropped on my 2 knees, and pray to god my souls to fly, fly, fly
Up to the mighty paradise
Insomnia, deep thoughts at night I cannot close my eyes
As I'm looking side to side, feeling trapped inside a crime
I can't clear my mind, it's like I'm chased by my demise
I was told, blood is thicker than them Atlanta strippers
So if I feel for you, then imma be your Mona Lisa
I can be tender, even though I'm labeled to be sicker than the Joker
I guess if I die the world will be better
Soon as I heard the beat, knew I had to bring the Stunna
Back from retirement like my name is "Money Mayweather"
They all follow the wave 'cause they know it's getting bigger
Like L, Pun and Notorious Poppa, better get the bigger picture
It was meant to be
Stand the fuck up and say welcome back to Stunna P
Linked with Xu, in the stu, spitting out the V
scheming with the crew, ballin' out and rolling deep
I found back my groove, I done lost my patience
All this time my pen been itching, I could not stay latent
All this time I've been fighting against my inspiration
All this time I've been looking for a source of motivation
Now I'm back, and I'm better, I'm going harder
And my flow is nicer, and my rhymes is sharper, and my barz is higher, and I still deliver
The best punchlines in the game I'm even meaner
Working like I'm broke, eating like a bitch that's skinny
Now I'm ballin the hardaway, like my name is Penny
Now my rocket is taking off like Hakeem and Kenny
Now a brother's got a range like baby Keem and Kenny
Uh, basketball bars, comeback season for that starting spot, Ricky Rubio
Winning record drawing plays like Pop, San Antonio
Hurricane Rana jumping from the top, Rey Mysterio
And there we go, and there we go
They bragging bout that wit like I ain't friends with jibrilnextdoor
Neighborhood of drip and I got Jibril living next door
Never bring a knife onto a muthafucking gun fight
Chop 'em up like Tay Roc, then I hit 'em with the "that's light!"
Credits
Writer(s): Cheikh El Hadji Ibrahima Faye
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