Faith.

[Intro: patches]
Alright, y'all
I'm gonna do something a little different for this intro (flex on 'em, flex on 'em, flex on-)
Nah, not flexing, not flexing (alright, alright)
I want you to close your eyes
I'm gonna say some words (alright)
I want you to tell me if any of 'em are out of place (I got you, I got you)
Alright
Greatness (okay)
Artistry (ooh, okay)
Genuine (mhm)
Expertise (mhm)
Precision (ooh)
Innovative (ooh)
Flair (okay)
Game-changer (oh, I like this)
Bonafide (oh, I like that)
Finesse (ooh.)
Panache (okay.)
Nicci. (uh huh.)
Patches
Do you need more synonyms?
Like, I can keep going
I- You know what, you know what, I'll be stoppin' -
Yeah

[Verse 1: patches]
Lie low, where the time go?
Fuck if I know, need a little piece of the pie though
Side note, fuck a five-o
Too sick in the cut, put the spins on vinyl
I don't wanna be another link in the bio
I don't wanna be life's side ho
Oh look! Another one hit viral
Gone spiral downward, that's tragic
Money calling, I just can't ignore it
Go and get 'em, patches, atta boy!
Mind always in a state of war
Treat the music like a metaphor
Wait, I don't mind and you don't matter
Treat the bull like a matador
Wait, where they finding these rappers?
I fuck with things that I can't afford
Overpaid, overplayed, overrated
Wait, wait, it's all related
Got a lotta heat, I gotta keep insulated
Lately I been poker facing
"Man, I swear to god you gon' be famous
Ah ha ha ha", don't jinx me, nigga
Got a long way, long way to the top
But don't forget me, nigga
I just might be in my woe tonight
I just might make a new flow tonight
I just might tear out my heart and my hair
Hoping somebody care when I'm telling this shit to my mic
That I couldn't if someone was there
But I know that I'm scared, what if nobody sees it
These niggas say nothing and make it look easy
So how about a punchline and I wrap it in a bow tonight

[Breakdown: patches]
Okay
Yah
And we keep it rocking baby
Hit that little dance one time, maybe hit my milly rock
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, wait, don't let that thing drop
Hold up, wait, don't let that thing drop
Hold up, wait, don't let that thing drop
Nicci, wait, don't let that thing -

[Verse 2: patches]
This a forewarning
Flow golden, I need platinum plaques
End the rap game
Fuck around and make some latin jazz
These niggas can't hold me back
These niggas can't hold me back
God given, mixing my liquor
Imma sip it slow
Bitch you dead to me
If you mad to see that I'm living
This is how I'm living
I just figured I should let you know
I don't even usually speak
I got good at letting go
Even back in show and tell
All I ever did was show