hands high

can i bust a rhyme?

i'm a rapper

not your average

i come from another kind

the way i drop it

they wanna go use the john

number 2

see the signs of turning water to wine

took a trip to kenya

then i saw the maasai

took a trip s.a. i was chilling with lions

think i'm lyin

check my twitter timeline

you're gonna be finding it chilling around some time november 29

my savior came

put his hands where they eyes couldn't see

with a touch he could heal the blind

then he coming back like a spine

i'm seeing lies the enemy tryna sell me

i tell him i'm not buyin' 'em

and when i do

i be wylin'

not putting christ in the center like andrew bynum

denying him

but now i'm relying on him

my mind was the kind that inspired violence

i swear i needed asylums

from new york to milan i be styling on 'em

og baxter

harder than margarito hands wrapped in plaster

hold up let me ask ya

ask ya

who you chasing after?

the god that we rap about or just a rapper?

that's some wack stuff

like calling whoever you podcast your pastor

growing pains feel better after

while you going through 'em like how long they gonna last for?"