Lyrics

All I ask is 100 keep it a buck wit me
5-7 and barely weighing a buck 50
But like Bruce in the frame don’t wanna Chuck wit me
Headhunter Herbie Hands Cocked they stuck wit me
All I ask is 100 keep it a buck wit me
5-7 and barely weighing a buck 50
No sex unless wedded no luck wit me
So my bride the only one could ever, look

We could move how they move it’s not a problem
Make ‘em we could solve em, resurrect or revolve em
I done seen heaven and hell without the coffin
On god, I know gods, I know gouls, I know goblins
On 47th and King Headed to Harlem
Tell ‘em this is black renaissance postpartum
We Colin Kapernick Zora Nealin’ We so appealin’
How we can speak to the soul of a generation healing
Who ain’t afraid of feelings
Who ain’t afraid of triggas
Them hidden figures who gon’ justify them Bigga figgas
Shoutout the OG, JT in ’23
Handed me the play at Saviours’ Day, I made it work for me
Say I’m servin’ black keys, lyrical luxury
Food for the mind, fine dining wit the cutlery
Feelin’ like she feelin’ me, but got some reservations
I just ask that we discuss it over reservations
I’m a god so I need a god to compliment
Correctly placed confidence ain’t cocky I’m just competent
Man wit a plan for some bands and some land
1 o’ 10,000 Fearless who keeping’ it 10 grand

All I ask is 100 keep it a buck wit me
5-7 and barely weighing a buck 50
But like Bruce in the frame don’t wanna Chuck wit me
Headhunter Herbie Hands Cocked they stuck wit me
All I ask is 100 keep it a buck wit me
5-7 and barely weighing a buck 50
No sex unless wedded no luck wit me
So my bride the only one could ever, ever

Love wit me