Wings Lyrics

Why don't you do me a solid

Too many cooks in the kitchen

Tryna find what's missing

Can't touch my palette

Thought they were born with

God, didn't warn poor kids, can't touch my talent

Obsessed with the drugs, obsessed with the clubs

And they wonder why they life off balance

Watch me go and take off

No days off

Call me the pilot

Let me spread my wings

Too many grown boys

Out here making fake noise

Lil' late night flings

Find the girl of God's choice

Only time you'll catch me out here chasin' rings

Always ask who's next

Depends if I'm on the list

Better check my genes

Like the All-Time Lakers

God wrapped greatness inside my seams

Takin' my seat in a sold-out crowd

While I'm So-Fi bound

Bout to go downtown

Reppin' my city

Better check G-code

Of the 864

But I won't bow down

Lames at the circus

mockery lurking

Callin' me joke

While soundin' like clowns

Why go to church when

You can pop Percees

Run from your problems

While your whole life drowns

Bottles spread out all on your floor

Satan knockin' at your door

Let him in for a round

Never checkin' up on your score

Tempted with one or two more

Let him keep you bound

Slave to the love and

Slave to the buzz and

Slave to the numb and

Slave to the uh

I'm a slave to the one

I'm a slave to the Son

I'm a slave to the Savior

Please

Let me spread my wings

Too many grown boys

Out here making fake noise

Lil' late night flings

Find the girl of God's choice

Only time you'll catch me out here chasin' rings

Always ask who's next,

Depends if I'm on the list

Better check my genes

Like the All-Time Lakers

God wrapped greatness inside my seams

Pop, pop, pop, pop, you losin' it all

Runnin' with God, my usable source

Stirrin' the pot, not losin' the sauce

There was a time when I was so lost

Now I seek refuge in the King

That's sentencing

To give the best of me

Potentially

When I do rest in peace

A legacy

Prestige for Elohim

I don't got no time for the vain gain

I don't got no time for my own name

Just shoot my shot with a straight aim

Then I trust God with a homing

I step in booths like I'm ordained

I put in work, never complain

Firm faith in God is my campaign

I let him work through my whole frame

Let me spread my wings

Too many grown boys

Out here making fake noise

Lil' late night flings

Find the girl of God's choice

Only time you'll catch me out here chasin' rings

Always ask who's next,

Depends if I'm on the list

Better check my genes

Like the All-Time Lakers

God wrapped greatness inside my seams