[Verse 1]
Say goodbye to the solo life Willie Green gone living on my dolo might
Be the last thing sitting on my conscience whole team got the stage looking like a conference
But thank God for my comrades same dudes that’s riding with me in combat
But now I’m looking at a whole new family learn how to throw a couple demons off a canopy
Born first the big brother was a fantasy I ain’t really need him I could handle me and more
But now I visit the illest that ever did it lot of people call them icons I call them mentors
Tell me where my New York fitted at show me where the spitters deliver spiritual rivet rat
God made hip hop we ain’t never give it back looking for the people who could mirror that
[Chorus]
One hand to the sky if you feeling it you could stop looking for the realest guy to know
We over here 4x
I need both hands to the ceiling such a good feeling spit life and you gon’ k** it
Let them know we over here 4x
[Verse 2]
The Lord of the champ rings like a newer Frodo so they see the young bounce like a newer pogo
The vets never talk about the best but they see I got the big cats jumping like a puma logo
Game went left when the times right lemon head stones put you in the lime light
But Imma rep like the 25th of December the cross Imma pusha T like a clips member
BC Jack 5 no fifth member bunch of hit vendors positive sort of like a drug test what the piss render
Artist in the paint like a big center
Any spitters that want to battle might feed off the vision parasites
We ain’t showing no fear let the advisory know we over here