Who know? You know.
Flip it like it's Judo.
The top's not sumo.
You in the pit with a bull,
And I'm top notch blue nose.
I'm Cujo,
Kudos?
If the shoe don't, fit, you go'n be tripping over loopholes.

Sometimes I don't know what I radiate.
Sit froze in a pose like a meditation.
Foes want me in a cold, heavy state; pen,
Everything I know because it medicates.
"When the album gonna drop?" Calm down I'mma set a date.
Drawn out. Long drought. Match in a bed of hay.
Cash in a bed of flames.
Pray it'll all drown, fall down.
Nah just imagine a better day.

Better day,
Better day,
Better day,

Levitate,
Levitate,
Levitate,
David Blaine when he meditates.
When my head is straight, they break necks.
Eyes tryna catch that radiance.
If you say you grade A they may test.
And I ain't tryna placate to they stress.
But we never vay cay till they rest.
All we do is play fate till "hey death”.
Some never grow and that make sense.
Some never grow and that make sense.
All we do is play fate till "hey death”.
All we do is play fate till "hey death”.
Some never grow and that make sense.
Some never grow and that make sense.
All we do is play fate till "hey death”.
All we do is play fate till "hey death”.
Some never…

Who know? You know. Flip it like its Judo.
The sun don't chill, well get NASA Pluto,
With the raps that spew blast to a new cold.
God damn, hold my hand like I knew yo,
Problems in the past in advanced. We can move on.
A lot of people claim activist move wrong.
…I was told be passionate you strong.

I was told that as young'in with my skill set.
*oh*
I was just existing; don't know how to feel yet.
*oh*
Wasn't given proper guidance how to build that.
*no*
Now I'm tryna get that gas, digging for that petrol.
Now they say get the girls and keep they head low.
But keep digging in that dirt and you'll know that hell close.

I'm walking with patience and flawed but I'm fine.
Don't tell me the days done before I survive.
It's just a way you explore through this time.
Radiate the call through the floors…

Sometimes I don't know what I radiate.
Sit froze in a pose like a meditation.
Foes want me in a cold, heavy state; pen,
Everything I know because it medicates.
"When the album gonna drop?" Calm down I'mma set a date.
Drawn out. Long drought. Match in a bed of hay.
Cash in a bed of flames.
Pray it'll all drown, fall down.
Nah just imagine a better day.
Some never grow and that make sense.
Some never grow and that make sense.
All we do is play fate till "hey death”.
All we do is play fate till "hey death”.
Some never grow and that make sense.
Some never grow and that make sense.
All we do is play fate till "hey death”.
All we do is play fate till "hey death”.
Some never….