Finest Hour ft. Walt Trab Lyrics

From the mud I acquired

On the way to them champagne showers

Look at me I'm feeling this my finest hour

Have a toast to the realest money and the power

From the mud I acquired

On the way to them champagne showers

Look at me

Very aware of the power that I possess

Anything I want I believe and then manifest

Everybody wanna rap but I'm separate from the rest

In it since 4th grade I ain't given up yet

Been writing hits since Bain

Been like a Bic with the flame

Spit like I'm missing my brain

Plotting to get rich with the gang

I could never switch for some change

Ay

Boy I stay grinding like bad breaks

I'm past great

Genius on Ye, I'm bound to pass Jay

Shine like the sun they can't handle my rays

Make life my bitch I can have her my way

Ain't no point in being stressed out

When I'm blessed now

Walking with my chin up and my chest out

Flexing on anybody that ever had doubt

Packed up the bags moved the brand down south

Queen in my prime

OD like a fiend when I rhyme

Whenever I speak it's divine

Game need to be redesigned

I'm the one

Competition none

Making bank runs

I make funds

While they make fun

And it's all Because

From the mud I acquired

On the way to them champagne showers

Look at me I'm feelin this my finest hour

Have a toast to the realest money and the power

From the mud I acquired

On the way to them champagne showers

Look at me

Not a killer just don't push me

I'm far from being a pussy

See I

Rose from the mud dropping tear drops all in my cup

I plot planned wishful thinking I stayed eager

I stay eating

Niggas ain't hungry enough call them niggas vegan

I got problems on problems and I can't fix that

I tote chopper on chopper I like the kick back

If you fuck with one of my brothers we getting our lick back

Too turned up to turn down you get yo shit cracked

Let me cool off for a second this shit is ether

I like big girls cause all of them hoes are eaters

Came from the mud so I'm brushing off all my sneakers

I don't pop pills but it's shout-out to all my geekers

If you the realest in this bitch

Say fuck them niggas throw yo hands up

Grinding all my life I had to get it now my bands up

In my finest hour I pull up in shit like brinks truck

Niggas they gone hate anyway slave tell um link

I just had a vision that all of my niggas on

Free my brother out that cell I pray he make it home

Too many lost souls in them graves you not alone

Fell out with so many people starting to think I'm wrong

The goal is the money then power I'm bout to push

Champagne overload celebrations good

From the mud I acquired

On the way to them champagne showers

Look at me I'm feelin this my finest hour

Have a toast to the realest money and the power

From the mud I acquired

On the way to them champagne showers

Look at me