I'm guessing that our times gone
Don't question all the problems
Just fight through the will
But I gotta make you feel
I'm guessing that our times gone
Don't question all the problems
Just fight through the will
But I gotta make it clear
Pure white I got the Henny
Jumping foes I cross the century
Til the die I fucking cross
Bowser I'm the fuckin boss
4 hoes make me feel better they clotheslined I
Just to put my head down and start to focus
Feel this entity in motion
How I'm supposed to heal in
Mirror time to face my fears and
Pull the pain out all these years and
Buy me an island for all the problems I put on the route
Coast to coast for the classics
Davidoff label I'm smokin off the ashes
Crash crop rule around me
Til they dropping on the casket
Kinfolk in my blood I'm tryna break the odds and make them proud
I'm guessing that our times gone
Don't question all the problems
Just fight through the will
But I gotta make you feel
I'm guessing that our times gone
Don't question all the problems
Just fight through the will
But I gotta make it clear
Finding myself is the question you
I pray that Big Germ restin
And watching over me and the rest of my loved ones I'm
Towards the concept of preventin
This the love that you can hold for me
Something hoping for an Oath in me I'm
Burning to the 3rd degree
Fuck what they been thinkin
We about to take over globes