Phresh Ali - Wrist Of God

I just did a feature with Lil Jesus, new releases leaking but its never enough
I just knocked a fucking piece up off the Sphinx in Giza, Egypt but its never enough
Standing outside of the coliseum, chopped it up with Caesar, he just kept it a buck
Nobody stood in the line to see me at the High Museum, people petty as fuck
Leveraging my seventh letter G, on even ten, eleven, twelve, and leveling up
I just smoked a Lucy with Medusa who is truly just too many heads on the blunt
Either the was gonna pull up or something or the mother fuckers wasnt ready for us
Monkey business go for all you nigga on some monkey shit
Because the embarrassing us
Bow your head, let me discuss, discipline like
When I sit wondering if heaven got a kitchen
Told that little hoe I was different, the difference
This wasnt no decision little bitch it was written
Bro asked me "bro, how you feeling?"
I got that glow I can feel it. I got that glow I can feel it
Can see my aura when Im walking passed the mirror, thats how you know you
Thats how you know you that nigga, nigga, nigga PhZa is a leather jacket, Michael Jackson Moon kicker
Like attack of the smooth criminal and telling the man in the mirror that you Thriller
Ali Ali the God nigga, little Godzilla, Ichiban bomb fire ball spitter
Thats a Kong King a fucking gorilla, stacking all hundreds up a tall building
Got involved with a bunch of small shit, can you believe that I got to the top
Listening to different inconsistent niggas
They just be talking and starting and stopping and
Finishing your fucking breakfast before you get seconds to eat
You just piling on top of the
Shit is getting out of pocket but I know the Gods and the Goddesses got me
Its all in the wrist

Sometimes it feels like I was born in the, wrong era
Right at the wrong end with y'all, where people aint got no laws
And niggas aint got no hands, and women aint got no walls
The kids dont even stand a chance because really the thrill is gone
Still will cross a hundred million of the bucket list
Probably never sky diving, my shit look like a money list
Dont mistake the humbleness with weakness you can come and get
That ass Catfish-ed, swear you dont know who you fucking with
Gave a bum a dollar just to try to get my karma up
Shoutout to my private plug, you shall remain anonymous
Looking at how far we've come it leads me to acknowledge the
Fact that Jesus only started out with 12 followers
Momma should be proud of us because now we got them open
See me moving in slow motion walking away from the explosion
Like, we can not control it, we create it, then we sold it
We are your competition nigga, we are not your homies
So dont focus on me

Written by:
Wesley Betterson

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