Yo, from the darks, parts of my hearts
And on the Saturdays, Saturday nights
Give you the end of vision where I satellite
Out of this world, I'm like a satellite

Bright ideas, I sat in light
Never disrespecting the man, the child, the woman, the girl
Average type, no I'm not the savage type
The one that's scavenged, right

Trying to get what's left, no
Breaths, the way we smoking, the things be spoken
With the deeps and the depths, see
Places I crept, astral project

From dope projects, where they try to have us
Know that we suspect, that they suspects
Us to be suspects, nah, we the one
Trying to come up from the specs, spots

Different things, that they might've got
Different types of links, things they cannot link
But money is spent, so it's more than making sense
Man, you can't get paid unless you use common sense

No, my accomplishments, something that they couldn't do
I astonish this, no
They say the word's too big from the colleges
But you ain't gotta see that these pictures switch and vary

All you had to do was talk to Webster
Oxford is a dictionary, no
This is different and varied, so
I don't know, I don't know what levels people be

Cause I'm the one that started to breathe
Back when we was young, people swear that they smart
Be sounding dumb when only thing you can know
Is you never know it all

Cause everybody be out here, be a pro when you ball
But everybody's known that it's those who known to fall
So don't be the one to get called to the call
Cause you never know when your final day happens

Coming for us all
It's the reaper, the creeper
How you over there, the virgins
Even Mother Teresa had to speak to

Higher creator, greater, lighter being
You ain't even over here with your third eye
To sight seeing
I ain't even stopping, I mean it

To sight seeing like the Grand Canyon
When you over here, we ain't paying hand in
Unless it's for gold mines
I mean like gold mines or platinum thots

Bright idea, yeah, those fines
Those, and I don't know about your design
But I know I do what I do
It's so cold to the frozen mines

Nah, it's like a frozen mine
Lot of Antarctica things that you trying to find
Plumb the tundra and we start, brother
Charter, be the ones, Debbie

Expeditions, over here we on a longer
Bigger mission, see
That was my song, bro
It was ascension, higher

That was a lot of ones I did
I'd be a liar to say it was only one
Did it, we been done
Gotta be the ones that come around

And then spun, gotta get the light to the sun
I mean like the light from the sun
I'm made for the daughters
Either way, it'll say it harder

Nah, gotta be the greatest author
A naked father, making sure
That ex-grand owner's greater
Nah, it stands in the meta

Be the one that gotta do this
Some be that bull
They don't understand about
That stuff they trying to pull

They'll have your full gold
Things that shouldn't be sold
About people who was on the boat
Shit them roads, they shouldn't have went down the bad path

And like I said, that's half-ass
With them assholes
Had us sold, sold for cash flows
Man, that's bold

World crimes
Crimes against the gods
But it's okay, cause the one
Will come even to odds