New Kingz x Gla**ic - Through the Wind (w/ Syd Shaw) lyrics

[Chorus] As I walk into the wind I can't hear myself think and its lovely Feel it coming from within This that music for my people for my country On fo'nem thats on the fin Chicago streets out here tough yeah its ugly Gotta get it, gotta win Gotta do it cuz they think nothing of me [verse 1] (Ali) Pray all dogs go to heaven, so n***a why you sweating? Stutter ya dialect just runnin thru like all these questions Shutter ya eyes a bit, inhaling the ganja Ya masked up hella revealing the monsters Ya copy cats p**y we calling you copy clowns I write it like I got arthritis, To Author The people's champ It's lit gon and spark lighters & watch the hooligans speak again Track screeching like car tires Can't touch the flow its barb wire I spit this sh** lift the bar higher They understand me That's just a little knowledge I spit it to yo conscious Cuz if I got it we up and coming, come mo luxury Do what you want when you poppin bubbly, cmon love me Know none like me so enticing And that's word to spike lee I do the right thing Spit this truth like it be Gods writing I spit this truth like I'll die fighting Won't stop til I die flying Get rich or I'll die trying That's word to 50 Time on my head to blow buck50 I Skrt hit a buck50 Just chasing goals Them boys be chasing fame But that sh** comes with gold So gone and take the name Gon head take the Name [verse 2] (Lukas G) You don't know my city don't speak of where you've never been It's a challenge keeping balance through places with heavy wind Still through turbulence I fly That's very common common sense I do this for my people you should peep the Kingdom's product list From outta state to 49th and state DJ's get our records now they spin hot sh** like microwaves These n***as riding micro waves I get it in all kinda ways I won't stop I'm stove-top pitted against some lighter flames And I'm sooo tired of old folks asking where'd my goals go Telling me I'm failing from the inside of they Volvo They don't know my roads though They don't understand my drive My mind is sharp and Lukas got the handle of a samurai So an*lyze that Gigantic eye rap A Titan b**h I stand with my hand on my sack On foenem I'm never folding I go for whatever's golden This jungle music gone hit from the Hundreds to Kedzie-Homan my n***a [verse 3] (Syd Shaw) Wake up grind automatic Dust off my starter jacket Duck duck them coppas packin Get caught lacking With that black skin It's finito They like Why she don't rap petite tho Cuz we missin meals like free throws Got broken wings call me Nemo While n***as backstroke on the flow I just keep on swimming Keep on give em that soul food That sock with mad holes food That monti Carlo Christo Building stocks with this here Pencil Watch em copy paste like stencil Leaving vigils on my mental These doubters Got me fearing my power But I am deity bow Dat be king world is ours Blessings to you and yours from me and mine Ain't a ill as sick as I Took a village to raise my mind I just take my time The sky only the limit if u timid and gullible That's why u gotta get it Like that Itch when it's rubbing you Pray his grace is gone cover you Know them n***as gone covet you Off the cliff till huxtable Swear I get way too comfortable When the sun out [Chorus]