W.I.T Lyrics

Lord keep me

Keep me from all evil

Lord keep me

As I travel down this road

Yeah

People in line, I skip that

Misfit City, I built that

Play with the name, I kill that

Who's next? Homie I fill that

Who cares about fame, not part of the game

I got my own lane

With no shame you could go ahead and aim

Im only scared of one name, ah

Picasso I'm painting my dream

Tear the roof off with the teens

Will not fake my streams

Let it cook need more steam

Take it to the extreme, DannyP too clean

2 phones on me like Keem

Need a new wave I switch that scene

Stunning with the fresh trim, Carter my hand in the rim

Too much hops

Steady doing big tings

W, I need my ring, we not got drop

They get quite when I win

Someone grab the violin cause I ain't gone stop

Break the PR in the gym

Try to get under my skin I keep it on lock

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Chain on her neck say DP

Had to block the heebie jeebies

What Lebron say that's too easy

Y'all didn't know that I'm greazy?

Too breezy, never get queasy

They don't get it when they see me

Soon as we takeoff they won't call it cheesy

We not too far back don't ever lack we right up the road

Tell me who gonna stop me, we got the key, we got the code

This ain't no joke, I gotta speed it up I can't go slow

I got a city to feed with G-O-D I'm boutta glow

Walk in the studio, hit

Sum calm put together my story

We make the city too lit

Shh, less talk man this ain't no Maury

Needle mover you cannot ignore me

To God I give all the glory

Nemo bread while y'all look for dory

Man i'm in my own category

Go go go what's next

I make a score there'll be no rest

They cannot keep up its too complex

Shoutout bruno drippin in finesse

Got the T, I keep it round my neck

Do not care on how I flex

I was whippin it up in Robeks

Small bag needed to run up my checks

Need to make the stack thick

Needed flair like i'm rick

No flame on the wick, lighter i flick

Now they wanna take a pic

Pen to paper the pen i click

Now the motion got me feeling sick

Do what I want i pick

Too brick cop a Canada goose and a Mink, yeah

Bless those who do not mess with me

Bless those who come and check on me

God blessing my life and the recipe

This way more than a legacy

Step over what i trip over

Nobody can take my composure

Shoot that with Range, take out the Rover

Shoot my threes call me clover

T'd up can't deal with jabronies

Seven tracks to tell my story

That's all i need cause everyone else being phonies

Swear they about it they capping

Do not matter who you askin

They know this here everlasting

This ain't no front no acting

I do whatever it takes, all action