Asante Farid - Godspeed

Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay

I'm still that curly headed wordy nigga
Crack of dawn before you've yawned up early with it
You asking for 30 minute breaks every 30 minutes
Wait, but your work ain't finished
Okay never mind I'll carry yours and carry on
I'm prepared for a marathon
My godfather's Farrakhan
I threw a show with Tommy Swish and Ferragamo
Folks asking where is Maco how the hell should I know
Lesson learned
From now on every kill is confirmed
Every step is calculated
Watch the phoenix return
I'm the karma for my momma
She's the best through the worst
I'm coming home with a skull
For every tear that she shed and every village they burned
I'mma make it rain a frog for every nickel I earn my nigga
Now can I talk my shit
I had the daughter of a racist sucking my dick
Okay
Oh no hold your sorrys
Every Cassius Clay won't mold into Ali
I'm a one man army
With an army in arms reach
If this is an arms race we moving at Godspeed
Now will my classic end tragic
Making beats in rush hour traffic
What a thin line like am I crashing
My confessions this may be more obsession than passion
Whipping with no brakes on my ride
If I die I just pray it's on memorial drive
When will my moment arrive
Bright mind I see the most when I'm closing my eyes
Dog I'm doing this for more than me
Like hold this for groceries
Or I've got the job I know you need
But how you smoking weed unemployed with two mouths to feed
And you still making pussy your priority

Seriously
No interest in this industry
Mentally I'm operating differently
Experiencing synergy
If you missing positivity then please consider me your enemy
Fuck out my vicinity
Send em' to the guillotine
These victim identities be killing me
Ain't no need for sympathy
I simply be penning these soliloquies
My nigga you must not be listening
(Eso)
Can you hear me now
Me and my woman only talking six figures now
Bathroom getting a little bigger now
Heh, guess I'm that nigga now
Okay
It's safe to say I need a bigger stage
But there's never been a blessing a that's a day late
There's never been a curse that you can't break
And there's never been a verse that God ain't make
Holy ghostwriter
Beware headphone users my music could make your head look like the ghost rider
Yeah I got the most fire
Cold killer
Go get em
We don't feel them hoe niggas
So called coke dealers
We more realer
Flow thriller
Show stealer
Young Caesar
The leader of the gorillas
Don't go near us

We moving at Godspeed
We moving at Godspeed
Wow
We moving at Godspeed

Man
I needed to get that off my chest
I'm sorry I ain't been picking up my phone baby
Been spending all my time talking to a microphone

Written by:
Asante Muhammad

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