The Quiet Years

And make the power moves raise up
Lamb truck, light your haze up
Plays clutch, the pressure never phased us
Hurdled every block they tried to cage us
And make the power moves raise up
Bentayga taste, light your haze up
Humble with the flex — let the praise hush
The quiet years couldn't break us

Yo Im on a higher phase
You wrote a liars page
I quote a finer maze
Graze entire enclaves
Appraise my mindstate
A dime waist on my face
The sly way ski mask for fine cake
Then slide you to your quiet wake
Then I escape, poli by the lake, make
Money grow on trees, so I can rake
Dope tape Bronze N Brown
Both laced a Ghost wraith
I Told you it's a cold case
You Bold face Snowflakes
Opaque 8's to your whole grape
I conclude it's hostage music once you hold the taste
You nervous takin chances, I spit a verse in a cobra face
The Older Gods Illuminate, you still salty - glutamate
It's all beef - cruiserweight
I cruise away
Mansa Musa in a Super 8
Just so you could blaze that sewage haze
Without the bluest pigs, tryna zoom in on my face
My acumen exudes the praise that I should soon embrace
But half of you been sleeping like I clapped you in the face
WAKE UP!

And make the power moves raise up
Lamb truck, light your haze up
Plays clutch, the pressure never phased us
Hurdled every block they tried to cage us
And make the power moves raise up
Bentayga taste, light your haze up
Humble with the flex — let the praise hush
The quiet years couldn't break us

Yeah, I walk through the furnace calm
Turning verbs to burning psalms
From curb to charm, my words alarm
Serve your squad With a verse from God
It's the sermon czar I earn regards
From Berlin to Suriname
Serve heat 'til My burden's gone
I'm penning gems under inner city purple dawns
Emerald aura, I shot the dream left it on the lawn
For the Funeral, the Pallbearer be Apollo Brown
I'm built to pound my roots down straight to solid ground
Detectives fishin' while I'm clipping Marlin florida bound
I'm minted in the mystics with a gifted crooked crown
She's Lewinski I'm Clinton, told me not the gown slurped it down
This is legacy talk, and we don't throw that word around
Curb the curtilage, I'll serve ya lid, you circus clown
Ask around they preserve my cloth like the turin shroud
It's Jesus Feet let's burn it down
My sermon shots of Bourbon in surround
Route to the promised land Claude Brown

And make the power moves raise up
Lamb truck, light your haze up
Plays clutch, the pressure never phased us
Hurdled every block they tried to cage us
And make the power moves raise up
Bentayga taste, light your haze up
Humble with the flex — let the praise hush
The quiet years couldn't break us