God's Playground

Wake and bake at the break of dawn

And my favorite song "The Chase is On"

Same shit 'til my paper long (I build)

Days are long, the basic’s pace, it's gone

If it don't kill, it makes us strong (It’s real)

The pace is calm, embrace the storm

Create and perform until greatness born (Ayo, still)

Count your blessings, indicate the form

Can't stop me, even if my brakes was on, I'm still (Ayo, huh)

Y'all snitched to become free

You gotta beat the crack game to become me

See, you got robbed for one ki'

You was a bitch in the game like Chun-Li

I'll get you slumped free by my young G

Came out to womb a young beast, I was unleashed

Huh, inside of the V where my gun be

Stash open with three buttons like a onesie

I'm from streets, a place you won't dare go

Clip long and my barrel got air holes

I’m way too thorough to compare flows

I make birds disappear like scarecrows, huh

You work for the company, I sharehold, huh

I’m stingy with money, but I share hoes, huh

Me and B.I.G. both had rare goals

To put five carats in my baby girl earlobes (Trust)

Wake and bake at the break of dawn

And my favorite song "The Chase is On"

Same shit 'til my paper long (I build)

Days are long, the basic’s pace, it's gone

If it don't kill, it makes us strong (It's real)

The pace is calm, embrace the storm

Create and perform until greatness born (Still)

Count your blessings, indicate the form

Can’t stop me, even if my brakes was on, I'm still (Ayo, huh)

Slow dough and it wasn't nothing to grow up with

Swear to god that no one up after us get exposed to it

I just took the moments that mattered and put a flow to it

'Cause it was either that or get pointed to where the soda is

The motive is, be what the **** they told us we couldn't be

But know that there's polices that's dumping off at the look of me

But look at me, made it like nothing that I assumed, right

My legacy was tucked from the jump, kept it cocoon tight

My Air Lights was tap dancing off on that saran

And, yeah, they plan was to be back, handing off in back of Phantoms

The mechanics had 'em wired, like tucking a wrapped hammer

Up in the back of the radio where all of my latest go

I move like Kadir Nelsons is out of production

And I be seeing in couplets, so bet I'm copping in twos, right?

Still running to the pay, Jesse Owens shit

Medals get to swinging, so it's these you gotta go against, for real

Wake and bake at the break of dawn

And my favorite song "The Chase is On"

Same shit 'til my paper long (I build)

Days are long, the basic's pace, it's gone

If it don't kill, it makes us strong (It's real)

The pace is calm, embrace the storm

Create and perform until greatness born (Still)

Count your blessings, indicate the form

Can't stop me, even if my brakes was on, I'm still