I had to take a leap of faith to put some words up on the page
Prayin' hard cause I believe that what I'm schemin' up is great
Mama told me when you're fed, don't leave no crumbs up on the plate
Wrote a verse so holy that the words were gleamin' in my face
I'm a Brooklyn baby where they rock the timbs without the lace
I be hustlin' to success and y'all just move at y'all own pace
I be prayin' right before I eat, I treat the beat with grace
If I do my job correctly, I be lyrically embraced
I got power so I ghost you in the hour of the day
On the grind so no rewindin', only thing I know is play
808, I got a boomin' bass to shake your vertebrae
With a mantle and a candle for a altar of the Sage
Plus a Maybach in maroon and the interior in beige
I'ma buy it as a youngin' so I'm rich in middle age
Keep the music playin', that's when people startin' to engage
I debate with any nigga like K-Dot and Taylor Paige
I'm creative on the beat, I'm native, I think out the box
When your mental is the key, then you don't gotta pick a lock
Jeremiah 29:11, I got plans in stock
When your lady hear me spit, I know her panties finna drop
Got the green so I'm just finna go, ain't never finna stop
I don't even be on Insta, y'all be textin' me a lot
Sage and Dreezy, album goin' breezy when y'all finna drop
Girl don't worry, let us cook the curry heat is in the pot
I don't get it how you sympathetic for a friendly thot
That's a treesha, you gon' have to leave her, get up out her spot
And my eyes closed, but I grew wiser when I grew my locs
Then I master writing sly poetics like I was a fox
Off the reefer, I become a teacher growin' from the pot, nigga
Understand that I'm a walkin' paradox
I'm the type of dude to hold the beam while speedin' past a cop
I ain't goin' round in circles, but I'm comin' out on top, $age