OZONE.

Check this out my nigga
I'ma say this one time homie
I never forget a face my nigga
I'm very vindictive my nigga
And I ain't never not finished a job

Yeah, uh, yo

Wassup Wiardon?

Check

Tryna tell you the first cut the deepest
Serving up a humble pie with burnt crust this evening
For the prideful, it's a vibe, get perched up in your seat
It's a purge
Make sure that we turnt in your speakers
Ears perked for a slice of life, know it ain't a cake walk
So my advice, wait before you quit your day job
Based off how they paying artists off of streams
Shit, you might as well stick to familiar rivers and lakes
And in the meantime, think of what to put behind a paywall
What you dropping just a drop in the ocean
And I been floating, made waves off building with faith
When something well done or rare it's a difference in stakes
I'm tryna
Be the ladder that my fam'll climb out of a box
I never been a fan of mines doing pantomime
Was camera shy, and wrote in secret, I was thirteen
Sleeping on yourself only leading to deferred dreams
Past changed like Berenstain, Berenstein
We bearing fruit that we grew from out the dirt clean
This not for folks splitting pennies into parts
This for the men & women swimming plenty with the sharks
Strippers, and the many grinding heavy from the start
For the driven, getting fetti, riding chevy through the dark
Heavy is the heart steady beating to the rhythm
Of the music sung by folks they feeding to the system
For leaders and the giving, those dead and alive
Marbach and Westheimer, for the steadiest minds
For those waiting, Reek and I dropping many a line
The shows starting, hope you finished getting ready it's time
Hope you finished getting ready it's time

Hope you finished getting ready it's time
Ain't no stopping, I'm reclaiming my shine
You know
I got a feeling they can't stomach the climb
I'm at the summit taking pictures and crying
This for
All of my people couldn't make it behind
Finna show em how a real nigga grind
We don't
Ever get worried 'bout opinions it's fine
Cause eventually they all fall in line
I put my faith in many niggas man
And wore the bandaid of mending a bitten hand
Tossed all my eggs in one basket and seen em broken, damn
I hold the plan of God in my writtens, I'm spitting visions
Tongue sharp with the words they be ripping, might need incisions
I'm cutting deep, who said you could fuck with me?
That humble shit weighted me down, and kept me from luxury
Accepting opinions of clowns who know what they know
But they never been here before, so I know how it go
Try and line it up with me, you better come direct and send your biggest threat
Weight of the world is heavy on my neck, I'm cursed with what I'm gifted
Hold my city down, hope they lift me up when they gon hear this
Real nigga, really got respect, this not no smoke in mirrors
I'm worried bout father time keeping me from getting mine
Advancements in tech got niggas rapping like Pac from way beyond
Hate to say I hate that I'm so bias to the culture
Ain't scared to rock no Ye designs, comfy round the vultures
Put me up where there rafters be, sting amongst the rap elite
Blood sport, looking for warriors don't need no athletes
Who run the track? don't give a damn you gotta kill it
Can't leave none intact, we finna send it up, yeah, that's the spirit



Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Whitelow, Makhi Torres
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