[Produced by JHAS]
[Verse 1: ChéVon]
Who down to split the pie?
Flow scorch, like-like a thousand fist of Ra
Lord have mercy, Guanyin
They raised a thousand arms
Now watch the thousands multiply
The preacher, preaching, asking will I hear the son of god?
I said I am right now, bumping to God's Son by Nas
Plenty times I tried to gamble with life and play the odds
But this sh** was in my favor, a rude bwoy from Jamaica
And no I was no Shotta, and yes I had some haters
That saw me as a dummy and acted a little funny
Used to be a menace, now mamma look what I'm becoming
Hmm, a little humble
Hmm, a little cunning
Hmm, a little bit of everything, her soup with pumpkin
Just wanna give her everything, just wanna give her something
To show appreciation, r-raising me from nothing
No keys to the car, push start, for when I used to push bu*tons
Put in work, they used to play me like I wasn't
Maybe my ways archaic sith the old republic
Better old republican
Delegated to my state like, Benjamin Huntington
Now I'm not finished
I started war so let me end it
Let's go back to beginnings
This is where I start the show
My forward play is like Ramsey with an arsenal
Moses at the red sea, now this is where I part your soul
Man this sh** is deadly
That's something y'all know
They'll try to behead me, like I'm William de la Pole
I've foreseen it before
Ain't nothing similar to a genius' flow
Not much ahead of me
On a different echelon, a whole different pedigree
I told you I'm the one, I just hope you remember me