AYoinmotion - Roman's Taxi lyrics

Intro: conversation in the Taxi between Ayo and Roman Verse 1: Heavy like a chevy I shed the weight Focus on my fate I could shape it Goal is to be great I could cape it You know superman fly Life is kryptonite That's when superman dies f** fantasy, dealing with reality Trying to beat gravity Of haters being mad at me I found clarity The formula: Do more doubt less Stay calm some stress Feel fear repress Take breaks recess From a city where the rich man lies Poor man cries, layman dies While everyone tries To make it No dough take it Bake it now you got a cake Cut a slice then Let your fam eat Let your friends feast Let my thoughts beast Optimus Prime to lyrics Verses become hieroglyphics My flow of the wall So I MJ, be obliged to listen While I glisten like a piston I am Sisten Chapel Dave Chapelle my punch lines The boy is really dope Get your fix like Olivia pope Take hits off my hits, Ayo is your Fitz Give me 2 years that prophesy dawg Busy with your girl I need privacy dawg All you do is bark, bark at me dawg/dog Watch my bite, catch my light Angels permeate my space Drape me with lace I bask in their grace Smile on my face I mask my pain No one sees you cry if you stand in the rain co*ky but at times I fear all this might be in vain Skipped law school for music Happiness is having talent and you use it Don't try to excuse it or recuse it And go the safe route, that's not what am about Go the safe route, that's not what am about Go the safe route, that's not what am about Go the safe route, that's not what am about That's not what am about Ayo and Roman's conversation resumes.. Verse 2: It was all a dream Drive to the top Like it was all a beam Plotting my moves Like it was all a scheme Stunting on these tracks Like it was all a film Put the tape on No need to make up Stories just memories On how I came up Young boy from Lagos Shinning like Jacob My heritage was coming of age With a degree of rage in a city with no cage Opportunity on the low Crime on the high Let the plane fly Flint in my eyes Homies rock timbs like they just got a prize Fronting like their fly Take the tag off Wrong thing said, things could really pop off Arguing about J's While Jordan getting paid It's a tale of cool cities Pretty to the gritty New to the old The story is getting told The story's getting told My story's getting told Listen