[Verse 1: Phonte]
Went to the well and made a wish
 Pray to God I stay around
 Tigallo love to throw his weight around
 On the same scale they weigh the fish
 It's just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this
 Holla at me if you ever been a underdog or set up a upset
 Standing on the verge of your success
 Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed
 Surrounded by your successors and the whores you ain't [bad word] yet
 That's how I was gettin it, I don't need the limelight
 That's young [bad word] [bad word]  I'm a O.G. and the is for gentleman
Yes, Phontigga spit amazon flame, watch 9th rekindle it
Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost
 Two brothers, two peas in a pod, [bad word] seasons apart
 Take it back to when I be in the park
 Then rhyme 'til I couldn't see in the dark
 So silly niggas betta be on ya guard
 Long as breath is in my being, I'mma be on my job
 With good music, got that good feel
 good meal, leafy greens, two veggies, protein and a starch
 And I'm out

 [Hook: Phonte]
 Right where I thought I'd be
 It's another part of me
 And the world's so sad to see
 That I'm not here anymore

 [Verse 2: Phonte]
Wind blowing through the trees
 Blue bull city skies, 70 degrees
Te' embodies a architect and when he rhyme about it
He body the whole alphabet, so bury me a 
 My mama say she done enough worrying for me
 So I'm done currying, favor what you niggas groundhog
 And spitting that same [bad word]  y'all Bill Murraying
 My D.C. niggas say you bamas lack expurrience
Carolina on my mind like Steve Spurrier
 I'm the currier, carrying the word that with these verbs
That [bad word] Phonte's a little murderous
 See a little nervousness, and a frown cause you know deep down
 You ain't nice, just a little courteous
You [bad word] game [bad word]  we the [bad word] tournament
 You a temporary visa to a [bad word] permanent, resident
 Citizen is evident the denizens
Took over the big house on some Nat Turner [bad word] 
 Shoulders back, hair tied to the [bad word] firmament
 Can't be like us, and fear no man
Niggas bleed like us, get a [bad word] tourniquet, [bad word] 

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: Elzhi]
 I'm poetic while they po-thetic
I play they life like a movie and in the end give 'em no credit
 I was told [bad word] it, so I grip the baton
 And spit magic like it's pouring out the tip of a wand
 Don't trip, you ain't equipped to fix ya lip and respond
 I plan to X you out like the man who hand you and script the Quran
 Since life flipped, I'm getting chips in Milan
 Pull dips, push whips like the one from the clips in the Tron film
 I blow your mental mass where your mind stem
 Like a nine M-M right at your line trim
 You must rewind him, the syllable sensei
 Then bring ya to ya knees the way biblical men pray
 Or whores in a brothel
 Cause I spill ill from the grill
 Like one who reveals sores from their mouth hole
 And if you only knew the [bad word] that I been through
 To pain the type of pictures my pen drew
 Your label tries to [bad word] you, your friends [bad word] you over
 Now you sober watching bad energy affect the evils that men do
 They [bad word] see through
 I'mma sick flower that carry lines
Like when you click over on you [bad word] blowers
 And it sucks to be you

 [Hook]