Lyrics

Come outside, yes I do too much
They'll stay mad and I'll make my cuts
Like the green go up, that's a 445
You can keep yo trust, achoo
Ask my Ti ti Licia how I lead up
How I dress up with no caeser
But the blade on me
And the faith gon reach
Like a comp on feats
Like the coast want fleece
And it come from me
And the black don't crack
So they'll come with heat
Cause the rest just see me
And the folks want meaning
And the folks just dreaming

Push towards past the ceiling
Push towards past the feeling
Push forward with the healing
Push towards past the ceiling
Push towards past the feeling
Push forward with the healing

I move past limits, set by sinners
Sending all they middle men
Corpo ain't gonna love ya
When ya hatred taxed all with a silly band
Snappd in, no cap then
All these negros caption, action, traction
Lacking
All this vain that they rappin

Do you know your way home
Is it all for Gold
Do you live your expense
Do you hold to your hands
Do you know your way home
Is it all for Gold
Do you live your expense
Do you hold to your hands