CheVon - Poor Navvies lyrics

[Produced by JHAS] [Verse 1: ChéVon] Who down to split the pie? Flow scorch, like-like a thousand fist of Ra Lord have mercy, Guanyin They raised a thousand arms Now watch the thousands multiply The preacher, preaching, asking will I hear the son of god? I said I am right now, bumping to God's Son by Nas Plenty times I tried to gamble with life and play the odds But this sh** was in my favor, a rude bwoy from Jamaica And no I was no Shotta, and yes I had some haters That saw me as a dummy and acted a little funny Used to be a menace, now mamma look what I'm becoming Hmm, a little humble Hmm, a little cunning Hmm, a little bit of everything, her soup with pumpkin Just wanna give her everything, just wanna give her something To show appreciation, r-raising me from nothing No keys to the car, push start, for when I used to push bu*tons Put in work, they used to play me like I wasn't Maybe my ways archaic sith the old republic Better old republican Delegated to my state like, Benjamin Huntington Now I'm not finished I started war so let me end it Let's go back to beginnings This is where I start the show My forward play is like Ramsey with an arsenal Moses at the red sea, now this is where I part your soul Man this sh** is deadly That's something y'all know They'll try to behead me, like I'm William de la Pole I've foreseen it before Ain't nothing similar to a genius' flow Not much ahead of me On a different echelon, a whole different pedigree I told you I'm the one, I just hope you remember me