Me and my derelicts could fucking care less
'Bout who you cherish
Ya boy finally found him a sound
Why you embarrassed?
Your palms sweaty, face red, look like a carrot
I'm catchin' a view and sippin' a brew
While all atop this terrace
Oh you big mad
And yeah I get that
I put in work behind the scenes so I can spit facts
So yeah you've been had
Your garbage been Glad
I find it funny how you suck, I call it Sinbad
Whoa
It's disastrous
I move masses while OBJ-ing these passes
And hardly went to my classes
I never needed these glasses
I mean it's pretty fuckin' clear that I am here
And more explosive than gasses
Put up your matches or lighters
Or anything with a fire
We lightin' up the night and elevating minds even higher
To anyone who claim they ever been flyer
Who the youngin? Who the squire?
Who could make your ass retire?
This is true vision shit
Shout outs to Wadley
Straight angelic with my wit
Yeah this flow been Godly
And you wanna see me slip
I know you tryna Cosby
But, imma be fine if my homies got me
I am, the man of the hour, man with the power
I am, one hundred floors down, climbing the tower
I am, searching just to do what I can
This is no detours baby, it's part of the plan
Yuh
Whew!