Verse 1 This time-this time-this time I had to bring the flow back, melodies on tracks, I own that But I'm good with the raps like I'm serving up shawarma, throw some Tabasco on that bad boy Watch me snap like Kodak, my past be black like Kodak could hardly bear like Kodiak ’til I got rid of ‘I', that's Kodak Gave God control, you stop drop and roll, this that fire that rock n’ roll, the grave had a rolling stone , now we lift Him higher look, I hope this inspire, don’t let time zip right by yah get right with God because to see you win is His desire Hook (Mission) Even if they tried, couldn’t hold up the blessing, I done seen a child who was holding the Wesson Even in the trials keep forward progression, all those past lossed I seen them as lessons I been on the grind all day and all night, Mama said “they hit you first then you sure better fight” I learned it all with time, learned it all with time verse 2 As a youngin’ I was told, I was, told that I would prob’ly go, prob’ly go and find myself in jail, they actually took me in front of a cell, the cop said “young boy, who just lost his mamma, you’ll be dealing with a lot of trauma if you don’t get your head right now you’ll be dealing with a lot of drama” I suppose it worked, I stayed on my toes, got in some trouble but better I knew then to follow the ways of my bros, who ended up dead or imprisoned they getting tattoos of the scriptures but I pray they read them and hope they get wisdom I gotta get better at checking on friends in general, I hope that they listen Hook Verse 3 Mama died when I was seven years old but she left me with some lessons never let them get the best of your soul, drive you down into depression brotha, never answer back a curse with another curse, just heap blessings sista, never take some temporary heat as perm, just keep pressing, wooh! your a king not a peasant, wooh! your an eagle not a pheasant, wooh! When you learning from the past that’s a real gift, that’s why it’s called the present wooh! every time I give you something new it’s like I’m serving you delicatessen I just hit you with the soup, next up is the salad ‘cause there’s just some things that need addressing (a dressing)

Verse 1 Me and my bros like the rat pack, but to be Frank this Sinatra old back pack Rap, this is buffalo tracks that you can track back and watch a Buffalo back track Back to the under grove path that brought me this far past guns that go rat tat Tat, tat-tat-t-tat tat, could’ve ended up like my other bros who took bad path May I never ever back track, I came way too far thought that they was sleeping on me turns it was only just a cat nap, cause look here you are Here we are Hook Here we are, here we are, here we are, and it all comes around in good time (x2) Verse 2 Twenty thirteen’s when the pattern changed, I did a track with Social Club and my status raised Hopped on a plane, took a trip to Atlanta, got to learn the playbook from Alex Faith Honest to God I was at a place where I was kind of insecure I was getting closer to these artists and I thought that they could validate, guess I was kind of immature, despite my age Alex was a few years younger than me, but his accolades were intimidating Still we had a lot in common, could’ve been a cool friendship, but all of that disintegrated We just got stuck on some stupid stuff, ended up having different views on some music stuff Still I’m grateful that he always kept true enough, brother if your listening all I got or you is love here we are Hook Verse 3 I remember meeting Andy Mineo he yelled “Toronto”! But It was a different city though Know it ‘cause I had to drive an hour just to get there, Oshawa or Barry to be honest I forget where The homie Promise introduced me to Andy, everything was cool until I turned into a fan B I was like “hey man we should link up”, he was like “maybe, if your music ever picks up” I felt like I knew that I was big stuff, I just needed time to show ‘em, didn’t have support back then but no excuses had to fix up, I just needed time to grow and get some biz done I hooked up with this label called RMR Started making power moves, things started popping off I’m still aways from my goals, man, very far but it’s all in God’s good time, so here we are

Verse 1 (Dru) Look at my bros, look at my face, all of us know we living by grace Look at my pose, look at my stance, I'm ready for the war, this isn't by chance The devil throwing stones, the devil got plans, but all I really know is I'm in God's hands Still gotta fight, throw up those hands, while you was on the gram, showing off bands I was on the grind learning how to fight, cause I got enemies roaming in the night They wanna take the wave, leave me all dry, but they are not flesh, let's get it right Demons on staff, left to the right, they always on task, especially at night I was on path, but then they arrived, I was headed up, they messed with my flight, look Hook (Jeremy) Don’t be thinking you can judge me, don’t be looking at me strange If you ain’t praying for me don’t care what you say Got no time to play, I got places to go Gotta level up, can’t stay here no more Gotta go, gotta go, can’t stay here I gotta go Stuck in a rut but I gotta go, keep on moving gotta go Gotta go, gotta go, can’t stay here I gotta go Stuck in a rut but I gotta go, keep on moving gotta go Verse 2 (Dru) gotta go, I fight a battle like Alamo, shout out to Texas and Mexico, I find it kind of mechanical I do a sin and repent, then I sin and repent again I know I should drop to my knees, I know I should call up a friend (Dial tone and ringing) I make the call around 10, call up my brother AZ, and tell him it started again He tells me I gotta win, think of my beautiful family, don't lose it all cause of sin, don't let your home be a casualty Hook Bridge (Jeremy) No-no-no-no-no, gotta go now (x4) Verse 3 (Wande) Gotta go adios, vamanos amigos, no I can’t stay in this place, uhhh Homie there’s levels, I don’t mess with devils, you messy then get out my face, uhhh Really I pick up on cues, yeah, don’t gotta sin, gotta choose, yeah Devil, he love to accuse, yeah, gotta be swift with the moves, yeah Higher things on my mind-mind, sin be looking so fine, hold up Switch it up don’t got time-time, I ain’t Crossing that line, hold up I leveled up yeah I faced that, I never whine like I graped that I hit a swerve never taste that, look at that grace I’m a take that

Hook (Zauntee) Reaching my generation over these 808s, Eating these instrumentals, like I won't save a plate Feels like it's midnight in Miami, vibing like it's midnight in Miami Verse 1 I just caught a vibe now ( nobody can take it from me) feels like I’m down south ( somewhere out in Dade County) Moving like a boss does ( I pull up at Wingstop) We be ridin’ low-low-low (watch that thing drop) But I’m on a high now, stay up never lie down cruising down the highway, all my problems miles away I’m with the gvng, plus I got more people on the way Ain’t nobody going home we gon’ Light it up until we see the dawn Hook Verse 2 I feel so alive when I’m chilling on this vibe and I just took the bridge over now I’m on the Island Might move out to south beach, don’t you ever doubt me, God is doing new thangs, It’s not about me He says I go, and I go with the flow, I don’t know what he know, if there’s one thing I know though, I know that I’m good with the flow, so I might just pull up to the port, there’s no limit I don’t write the story I’m a role in it, blessing come down I roll in it, mana from Heaven no bowl with it, more on the way I’m so winning Soaring, soaring, high up in the sky I can fly across the ocean, Soaring, soaring, high up in the sky I can fly across the ocean Lead your life, lean on God and you’ll be alright, don’t day dream you could dream all night, walk by faith, let it be your sight Don’t trust friends that’ll leave you dry, in hards times, they gon’ leave your side, don’t let nobody steal your vibe, 4-1-6 to the 3-0-5