[Intro: Griffin]
Yoo... warrup?
It's Griffin on the mic.. yeah.. like..
Yo, yo yo yo yo!
Shout to CP7 on the instrumental
But I be just tryna be instrumental, you na'mean?
Yeah.. peep into my mental
[Verse: Griffin]
Tryna kick it like a ninja, my lines do creep/
I'm digging this beat, will I go too deep?/
Alarming with the heat, set me on who sleep/
7:30 in the street, some roads too steep/ man
I need to move into a studio/
So I can stay on track and link with who we know/
Train the brain it ain't afraid to gain/ (What you say bruh?)
Train the brain it ain't afraid to gain/ (Right)
Wrong believers stop the finger pointing/
Say you pray in a way that really lays anointing/
Meditate on it.. i'm kinda going deep now/
But nevermind that, you'll catch it on the rebound/
Word! *laughs exaggeratedly, almost mean in tone*
Word... But maybe that's absurd/
Def jamming with jokes, I just want to be heard/
I want to go my own, not follow the herd/
Still the Lord is my shephard, you know that scripture/
See the verse in my verse so you get the picture/
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of d**h/
I fear no evil.. Knievel taking breath/
You're playing with fire with no blunt man/
What that flew over your heads like a stuntman?/
I know I kick it over head like a punt man/
What you saying? back away from the front man?/
Damn!
[Spoken Word Bridge: Griffin]
I mean yeah I want the finer things../
But my priority is that my sisters and brothers be Queens and Kings/
You know.. define the things/
And yeah it's hard work but, you know what hard work brings/
That's how you find the things/
So homie gimme that red bull.. let me fly with wings/
[Hook: Griffin]
I gotta excel/
Inhale.. exhale/
I'm in in hell so I gotta excel/
Inhale.. exhale/
I'm in hell so I gotta excell/
Inhale.. exhale/
I'm in hell so I gotta excel/
[Outro: Griffin]
Yeah..
Yeah..
Yeah..
So I gotta excel