[Intro]:
(Yeah, Chrome)
(Whatever you want to listen to)
[Verse I]:
Cities of the finest built from the ground to the highest peaks
The perfect neighbourhood, everyone listens when the youngest speaks
Not denying the truth or their valiant efforts
Not turning down what he was made for or what he desperately seeks
Instead given the best support and plentiful choices to make
Although this decision makes enormous room for other mistakes to sit in their place
Whether they can be remade, filled or fitted in
Truth be told I bet only half a person wants to listen in
The Devil can turn even the sweetest soul sour
Searching to feed lust, or to define power
Whatever method wishes to conquer and elevate everyone inside out
It will succeed, in this I have no doubt
Ranging from that of the most innocent soul, a heart of gold, a brain of a mastermind in due time
I will fall and hit the ground harder than ever
Due to my physicality this will be one of my last endeavours
[Hook]:
Not every single verse will be the smoothest I've ever written
Not every word, syllable, attitude or trait will ever fit in
My people and myself will never be forever forlorn
The last thing I want on this Earth is to be physically adorned
I'm happy with my figure, my faiths and beliefs
One day we will be cured of issues and the largest held griefs
Although the cure will be extravagantly hard to find
I will find it it's all in due time
[Verse II]:
You had the most advantages but took the most disappointing decisions
Never chose to survive and work on your financial division
Not living in the richest cities possibly offered to you
Still stuck in a hole, don't know what to do
What are you doing? waiting for a magic wish to come along?
With your work ethic by the time you did anything it would have come and gone
Decisions to make, cakes to bake, places to go
By the way, why did you think I would sell the mixtape? It's no good anyway
Back to the topic not trying to turn this away
He made fine judgements before his dreams faded away
Locked in his tomb with a coffin and three thousand kilos of gold
The myth is foretold, this power in this case everything new grows old
Stop sh** talking, no one wants to hear you swinging and slamming about somebody else's life!
Sorry man, you know I have to think twice
But I'll see you in the best city of gold, El Dorado, Tenochtitlan, or on the front cover of Vogue
[Hook]