[ Featuring Ransom ]
Tokyo
I told you to hold your whispers, art that moves the soul, let's call it a motion picture
Yeah, I think history chose a victor, a king without his throne, the one with the golden
Scriptures
So clear that it's right in front of me, if it's too much information to gather, I'll
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These kids needed hope, I was there, so they ran up under me, no fears of your plans to
Punish me
You are the man that you are, but you're not the man that you wanna be, don't ever try
In front of me
I'm in sync with my instincts, hard to have clean thoughts when everything you let in
Stinks
Upscale gin drinks, wonder how niggas who win think, a little bit of that evil money
Will make your sins shrink
Yeah, I told you to hold your whispers, art that moves the soul, let's call it a motion
Picture
I think history chose a victor, a king without his throne, the one with the golden
Scriptures
Tell them that it's human nature, why, why, can they do me like, yeah, why, why, tell
Them that it's human nature, why, can they do me like, yeah
I feel like it's quite amazing alone, don't take offense at this, but I'd rather stay
In my zone, my status make it unknown, why choose to think like a peasant, my stature
Made for a throne
You'd rather say that I've changed than to actually say that I've grown, but shit, guess
That's human nature
Don't talk spicy, then lose your flavor, they do replace you
I'm more likely to move a naked and choose a caper
Nowadays, crime don't pay the amount of wage, so I carry just to induce your labor
If you speak your mind, then them folks will fear you
We can lead the blind if the scope is clearer, yeah, in a special place when they hope to
Hear you
Just know when I reflect, it's fire without no smoke and mirrors
Nah, if it's meant to be, then it's meant to be
Can't explain what them words meant to me, betrayed by the cold, cause the game was the
First friend of me
So your one missed call away from your worst enemy
My spirit is more defined than the pages in websters, so I'd rather be mortified than
A slave to your leverage, shit, they glorify isn't vaguely impressive, defeats the purpose
Like praying for blessings, then ignoring signs that's relaying the message
Late with the peasants, they want to hang or they trying to lynch you, and all my friendships
We find forever in common interest, being the best, how we design intentions
So in competition, if I ain't number one, it feels like I'm the mentioned, hard to listen
When there's no passion, hard, but they ask for stardom
Sometimes their role leads to faster rivals and sad departures
I played the benches and surpassed the starters
I assist them and they couldn't pay up, so they asked the bar to have these artists
They can't even relate to y'all
You see my mistakes and flaws, but peep that my patience lost
I had to get my weight up, f*ck a rehydration clause, I'm taking off
The boss ain't always who they make in charge, yeah"
