Lyrics

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Whoo [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Feel like I'm aging in reverse, playing with the verse I'm able to rehearse before I even lay the verse I've been taken 'em to church like Aunt Mabel with her purse Haters praying I get worse over time, time and time again, I place 'em in the dirt Raise 'em from the earth, body 'em again So they can go and tell thеy savior I'm a curse Just sayin', I'm runnin' my own race when I convеrse I may not be your favorite, but it's blatant, I'm in first Don't matter the music label that disperse, independent or major, it'll work Whatever wave I gotta surf, I'll wipe out Those with mics out playin' on my turf It's dangerous, baby boy, you may get hurt Half a dozen of your loved ones take you to the hearse All the fans you get love from chasin' down the hearse I've been patient, just startin' to get a taste of what I'm worth I've been pacing like hospital fathers waitin' at birth Heart racin', gettin' they information from a nurse, I'm beyond amazin' Astonishing bar placement like Simone Biles' arm arrangement You artists skatin' on thin ice against Conor McDavid You get the point like the Star o' David Bullshit, no type of beef need linger It's to the point I just point and it's like E.T.'s finger All better now, all in together now All y'all just settle down, y'all in the presence of Heaven's Child [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] I'm Heaven's Child, no sellin' out, but the cheddar piles And never I'll ever pal around with pedophiles Leather couch in my ghetto house where niggas put work in them yellow voussoirs Still serve a gram better than Meta now I got hella pals in the federals, let 'em out If the mindset is powerful, could be the next Kevin Lowes I got cheese in my bread account But I need some more mozzarella like Radio Raheem said to Sal Go the extra mile when it's dinnertime They'll never say I'm the best, even if I give 'em time Bust through this tape with my chest, that was a finish line You just got in your bag, since I was in the placenta, nigga, I been in mine (Yes) Merry depiction, the scariest vision America's itchin' to put you in a cemetery or prison Still, we wishin' a kilo take care of the mission 'Cause paper's attached to them birds like a carrier pigeon Letters flyin' all over the booth, this is air mail I put my royal blood in these lines, like my heir's mail Backwards how the system treats those doin' welfare And yell "farewell" as they kick us down the stairwell to Hell Dare tell the truth to you fraidy cats All you river rats gettin' buried, where the Euphrates at? I don't wanna hear shit about niggas spittin' crazy raps 'Til you goofs get in the booth with these two maniacs [Outro: KXNG Crooked] On my mama (Real, nigga), tapestry