god made me funke

look

look

look

look

look

look

look. look at me

cool as i wanna be

fly as they come

messiah to some

born to be

one of the chosen few

chosen to go into

rhymes that change in time

as it grows into

riches

hitting switches

your whole lifestyle

you're in the spotlight

overnight flight miles

away

today i'm flying high

so i give thanks to the man in the sky

i remember a time whenever a rhyme

left your lips

it only could get nickels and dimes

but nickels and dimes wasn't enough to eat

so i guess you could say i was saved by the beat

on the street

surrounded by sin

i never sell out

and i wouldn't give in

god said

you can win