TRAINING MONTAGE ft. Griffin Stone Lyrics

Woke up round 7:30

The bird gets the earworm bright and early

I write while in flight outta sight and surely

It'll stick like mist when it's white and blurry

This that training montage music

Cuts and bruises

Leaving the beat toothless

I got gloves of stone

When the bell gets tolled I'ma set that tone

And get zoned in

Enter the Dragon I duel to the death

Center my breath for strength beyond flesh

Not looking for contests

To develop a god complex

I don't gotta prove I'm the best

But if you tryna find out

We can bring the lines out

All around the block and unlock the entrance

Full twelve rounds

When you get knocked down

You gon need a timeout just to deal with the consequences

Minds been 'round the world

Continental gifts whenever I touch down in your home

This might be one of the songs

Where niggas stop calling me bro

I got a feeling and urge to never let my training go

I love the process

my whole mind is like a loading phone

Once you reach the end of that (internet)journey

It always turns to gold

Never scared I'm constantly brought back to my stepping stones

Learning life is just a continuous circular road

My timeline has vertigo

Luminescent bound to show

This a story that we always wrote

The world is in my hands

and I stuck to plan like a general

My impact perpetual, a few steps ahead of you

Take a deep breath or two moments won't get the best of you

Like candid and I damn did what I set to

And canned it nothing I'm living coincidental

Like candid and I damn did what I set to

And canned it no one I'm loving is accidental

Brush strokes touch and dance upon the canvas

No rush I trust in understanding

Though the rough gets tough I withstand it

This that training montage music

My soul is filled now don't misuse it

Can't nobody step to me when I do this

Dudes look stupid as the beat real foolish

The fools gold looking material as fuck

I'd be lying if I said I haven't been through the rough

I'd be lying if I thought I couldn't do it again

I be picking up pace when I pick up my pen

Cause i candid and I damn did what I set to

And canned it nothing I'm living coincidental

Like candid and I damn did what I set to and canned it , no one I'm loving is accidental