EXOTIC

[Intro]
Nigga
I’ll always think of this that we been that bruh
Through the fucking… feining for that one you know waiting for that one you feel me?
That’s all it is you know?
I’ll take in one of them songs you feel me?
Even when them wild shits you be having on God nigga
That lil exotic shit you be on bruh you like a real foreign nigga
Yeah (you know what I’m saying?)

[Verse]
Magician man I turned nothing into something
I’ll sacrifice a fine dime for the hunnids
After all dimes do come a dozen
I do a lot to keep myself up out the way
I’m that for real they should put it on my gravesite
Right next to that the young bull who overcame
Done running from it now it’s time to run the game, yeah
Time to run the game, yo
My music rated I.N.A for International Assholes
Walking on the tightrope blindfolded with no pole
Throwing all the caution to win ain’t got a backbone
I’m sending all my prayers to them
Facts up in solitude niggas gaining back strength
Facts morning 24 then I journal my wins
Facts prayers to the Lord niggas found him within
Next time I seal the sucker niggas out for my land
I agree with Drake on one thing no new friends
I don’t need a fucking hype man just need my ends
Truth is it ain’t no right plan I fall I’m gon' spin
Don’t forget [?] wit me metal so we [?]
Spirit of the chosen I’m ready for the moment
Know I fit the mold the right amount of trauma plus strength
Plus a heart of gold and faith in trusting on my own team
It just look crazy cause the style is foreign
I’m exotic nigga
And you a bucket

[Outro]
Nah bruh that shit that’s fucking powerful bruh (on God)
That motherfucking music you know what I’m saying?
You know Bob really said that shit the best bro
When that shit hits you bro it’s like.. you feel no pain
No pain
There’s.. there’s really nothing like it like.. in this world
And I needed it you know?
Cause real life is heavy as fuck