[INTRO: D-Mac]
So that's what you scared of
You, You scared to be legendary
Society got you stuck on the myth
They myth that who you are is all that you're going to be
The myth that your past is determining your future
Well consider us myth busters…Blesside
[VERSE 1: Starringo]
Let me talk to them
Metanoia, Medication
Sick thoughts like a mental patient
Acceleration my God
I'm moving fast like I'm speed racing
Be patient they came
And robbed me for the information
I wrote it down
And then satan called for the translation
I ain't talk back this ain't a conversation
Who you think you talking to?
Who you think you bossing with?
I want all of it
He up on his high horse
Make us take a trip to hell
And knock you off of it
We go all for this
We get lost for this
Holy sauce for this
Knock you off for this
And I won't even take the shot
I would be satisfied making the a**ist
You know how it go
Back when momma had that candy store
Dill pickles going for the low
When the product getting low
I was serving at the corner though
Trap jumping like a corner store
Oh lord momma didn't know
Seventeen baby getting dough
Now it's just me and Hesus
They know that boy got the juice
Y'all ain't making no noise
I put my faith in the Lord
You cannot step in my yard
Protect it I don't need a rod
Talking about he hard, now he hard
Y'all funnier than Martin
A hundred rounds with them bars
Man you looking at the black star
Might call Tony up to play John Lennon
We gon bring back the new Beatles, yeah
Everything to real
I ain't leaving just to pay bills
Ima live like a king live
Got the Holy Spirit this an easy k**
First off I'm let you know
If they ain't tell you I'm a verse k**er
Michael Myers in my DNA
And I don't have a limit like Percy Miller
I'm from the hood but I'm real humble
So they never know how I'm coming with it
Use to play sports I was super cold
Like the North Pole, I go dummy with it
I had a lot of fights back in high school
Probably ‘cause I hung around the wrong crowd
Got tough skin, hard to make me mad
But when I got there I couldn't calm down
Got jumped in front of my girlfriend
So when I went to school I kept a gun on me
Wanted new Adidas, didn't have money
So I sold a gun to my close homie
And he locked up for murder now
I feel like it's my fault
And his little brother got murdered now
He feel like it's his fault
Man life so crazy sixteen had a baby
But through it all I thank Jesus
Like William Murphy it's my season
[Bridge: D-Mac]
See in this life
We have pain and promise
You can't separate the two
And I hold these truths to be self-evident
No pain no promise
See now pain is inevitable
But the pain, the pain is just a precursor to the promise
The pain is not you eviction notice
It's your acceptance letter
See Jesus Christ was the perfect example
Until you go through what you hate
You will never be able to capture what you love
Starringo… I now give you permission to serve the people
[VERSE 2: Starringo]
This is not a song. This a**ignment
Get ready for your highness
Got a lot of patience but it's timeless
I can bless you with no sinus
How you think I turnt up by myself
Got the Spirit with me then I subtract myself
Then I realized Jesus Christ is the only one
That adds up with a minus
Like I popped a Molly. Got me jigging up out my body
But it's all good because we dying daily
So I'm in the zone like Champ Bailey
My haters love me, family hate me
That's kind of backwards I'm frustrated
They ain't there yet but I'm pulling up
I bet they cut it up when I tweet ‘I made it!'
IN the hallways or up in the cla**
Just give me a task we forever pa**
But they always talk about you bad
When you get that cash they gon act a BOW BOW BOW
That's not the word I was about to say
Use to sell dreams like they Mary Kay
I got them shooters like Dr. J
They gon send bullets from heaven gates
I cannot trust you, you very fake
I jump over hurdles get out my way
Fetty Wap voice baby come my way
I can take you to another place
I don't think they really know about me
Convicted felon yeah I caught a case
Hottest in the city I will not debate
I just had to set the record straight
I thank the Lord now my record straight
Balling in the field not an Aaron Ace
Packing jail bars in a briefcase was a Bad Boy P Diddy Mase
But Im…