Chorus
Stranger, as a newcomer
In order my honor
Still hyped, no smoke, no ganja
One more sinner, you must figure out
(Pull out your heart ‘cause you never had any)
Put me in the same box
Ogle when the beat drops
Excuse me, I bother, man imma bit rude
Dealing with a good mood
Arrogant, I ain't feeling you
(Pull out your heart ‘cause you never had any)
Verse 1
Needed a break, but I'm still ravenous
Imma slow it down ‘cause I'm not pretentious
We're getting high, repelling standards
Okay I rhyme, now it's getting dangerous
On a bench, thinking of the strength of things
Wait, I get a pen the story begins
I bother, man, Imma bit rude (built for the next fight, a move for a sad plight)
Aight ! Nothing but a feeling of a déjà vu
Why remaining silent for the good things we do ?
Pour out some Schweppes Tonic, it's truth not iconic
Old shades, listening to Illmatic
Yeah, shooting 3's like Ray Allen
Need another Jesus, put away big diamonds
It's a call for an overgrown
Meet us on the moon, Me and a microphone
Verse 2
Fast race, stuck at the fourth place
Peacefully seated, asleep nowadays
You must admit it, labels trynna mute it
My rap is fluent, heated boy, from Lyon
Roar like a lion, ‘cause
Comments not flattering and so much fuss
For such a little thing, no game but so much fun
After peace, it's hope that we gonna shun
(End of good dreams, d**h of a wise King)
What if I drive a Cadillac, hauling a jet-ski
(Ah) Lotus on wrist that I bought lately
I'm a revenant, who are you sire ?
Honesty hurts so we trust the words of a liar
Ok we call a truce, but I ain't gonna loose
To the heroes that I met, being no longer smooth
Push us to be negative, bumped into a grafter
But the sun dries sorrows stored up in winter
Verse 3
You can feel my heartbeat
How can my heart breathe ?
I've seen a million stars and still the ocean breeze
It's kinda close-minded, I should go overseas
Not even co-signed, whenever free to leave
Took a look around, dealing with what is real
Getting the pieces together I can see clearly
(With all obstacles) Trynna be witty like Jimmy
(What am I supposed to do ?) There ain't no party with confetti
No brushes, no canvas, a painting of colors
I see this kid smiling, this goes out to mothers
It‘s all on bias, so we gotta achieve
The things we dream, so we gotta believe
We gonna do more, so they gonna deplore
I gon' sail to the south, that's how I explore
Strolling alone by the beach, it's life I a**ume
For the moment, I work and they force to consume