[Verse 1: Brett]
I'm about to let in some light
The world is mine so i'mma do whatever I like
Whether it's right , my style will forever be tight
With every line I write, from the pen to the mic
Skills legitimate, chillin' but I'm vigilant
Over-privileged youngin' on his villain shit
If they ain't feelin it ya hit 'em with that middle flip
Damn I'm really killin' shit
Cause i'm a prodigy, ya biggest problem probably
Pardon my artistry, bars harder than garnets be
Not Muhammad but i'm fulfillin' my prophecy
Not hard to see ya boy got heart, cardiology
Until the beat stops beatin'
My dreams I can see 'em even when I'm not sleepin'
Still lookin' for a purpose man
Seen some dark days but i'mma open up my curtains and
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Brett]
Now my days gettin' sunny, my path is made
Life's a game of money and I got the cash to play
Like Cassius Clay the way that I bash ya face
Ya glasses break, I'm movin' at a faster pace
But don't mind me I'm just skatin' and shit talkin'
Raidin' them thrift shops and kickin' them flips often
So damn sick I just keep coughin'
Can't picture me stoppin'
Ya know ya good for nothin' and that has to hurt
Fuck with me? Boy you better get a casket first
Ya ass get merked, Oh you think you bad? I'm worse
I'm like a Pastor, this mic is a catholic church
Ya gotta make the best of what the past established
Life's a bitch bruh so when ya see her ass just grab it
Rappin' consonance, yeah that's a habit
Confidence ya have to have it
Yep
I'm about to let in some light
The world is mine so i'mma do whatever I like
Whether it's right , my style will forever be tight
With every line I write, from the pen to the mic
Skills legitimate, chillin' but I'm vigilant
Over-privileged youngin' on his villain shit
If they ain't feelin it ya hit 'em with that middle flip
Damn I'm really killin' shit
Cause i'm a prodigy, ya biggest problem probably
Pardon my artistry, bars harder than garnets be
Not Muhammad but i'm fulfillin' my prophecy
Not hard to see ya boy got heart, cardiology
Until the beat stops beatin'
My dreams I can see 'em even when I'm not sleepin'
Still lookin' for a purpose man
Seen some dark days but i'mma open up my curtains and
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Brett]
Now my days gettin' sunny, my path is made
Life's a game of money and I got the cash to play
Like Cassius Clay the way that I bash ya face
Ya glasses break, I'm movin' at a faster pace
But don't mind me I'm just skatin' and shit talkin'
Raidin' them thrift shops and kickin' them flips often
So damn sick I just keep coughin'
Can't picture me stoppin'
Ya know ya good for nothin' and that has to hurt
Fuck with me? Boy you better get a casket first
Ya ass get merked, Oh you think you bad? I'm worse
I'm like a Pastor, this mic is a catholic church
Ya gotta make the best of what the past established
Life's a bitch bruh so when ya see her ass just grab it
Rappin' consonance, yeah that's a habit
Confidence ya have to have it
Yep
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