[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…