SECC - T.C.B.E

(Helly)
I'm running this race, gotta stay on the gas keep the pace
Making sure that I'm always first place, always knew I was born to be great
If you try to knock me off my grind, I'm hoping you know that you failed
I got different people telling me stuff but I know that I'm gonna prevail
I done got my weight up, and my cake up, and it's crunch time better lace up
It's okay cause in the future all the homies gonna check the paystubs
And we flying private check the jet speed going full fledge cannot wait up
Like I'm John Stockton ima throw the dime ima dish it out like my name Russ
Gimmie my ring I'm feeling like a champion
So what you think I'm doing what I never done
To tell the truth I'm feeling like I'm one of one
I'm in my bag I'm feeling like the prodigal son
This can't be explained,
This can't be explained
This can't be explained,
This can't be explained
Who is it?
Knock knock on the door, who's there?
It's SECC from the west end I swear
I'm learning my lessons I'm counting these blessings
I'm whipping the Yota done turned to a Tesla
My brother is different I know he the next up
RIP to the ones that done died they going rest up
No days off, no days off
I'll come thru standing tall
Asking me why I walk like that so they can't break down this wall
Asking me why I talk like that spitting game so the kids listen hard
Music got me feeling out of this world,
Come with the winners you chilling with Earl
We doing these loops and it look like a swirl
When I go to Ghana I might find a girl
I'm calling up Bell and we getting in motion
Just right down by the ocean
Exotic vacations with all of my fam, I just hope that they open
I'm taking a dive in the deep end head first know that I'm 'floating
This can't be explained
This can't be explained
This can't be explained
This can't be explained

Written by:
Nana Mensah

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