IF JAY MET DILLA (feat. prod.myles)

I get chills from this shit 'Bout to pay Mama's bills with this shit Cop a crib in the hills with this shit Now it's Saint Laurent on my bitch Audemars Piguets on our wrists Naw for real, for real, here we go Jones, Uh They say God work in mysterious ways So I rap 'bout all my wants until the day I get paid The power of manifesting, speaking positive things Can lead to Great outcomes and niggas living out dreams Four months into my lease, the owner sold my shit Four weeks later, I'm in a high-rise on some fly ass shit Crib smell like Santal 33 On the road to 33 And in a room with some niggas who never heard of me Feel like Frank Lucas at the fight with the Chinchilla Folks like, I don't know who he is, but he's that nigga Rappin' over beats by Myles Soundin' like a young Jigga What if Reasonable Doubt was produced by J Dilla Rest in Heaven legend I know them wings flapping Protecting Hip-Hop from all this bullshit cappin' I know the sun shines when Heaven gains an angel Giving thanks to my Angels rockin' this Palms Angels I promise to love you, I swear I do God's so good Finally found my way, finally found my sound You know what I'm saying Uh Got my foot on they neck, they can't breathe Lock myself inside a room Found a sound, that made cheese Shoutout my nigga Stryke We had talks a nigga needed When it comes to hittin' licks in these streets I'm undefeated My winters turned to summers My summers got hotter Vacations turned to business trips Meeting the plugs daughter Got visions of my pops first class, flying charter He taught me when it start to rock up, hit it with water '22 recession year, made me a plan Paid bills, create a savings, and cut off your friends God grab my hands, and pull me to glory You start feeling alone on that twentieth story Protecting my energy, don't have room to indulge Bitch I painted every piece on these walls Like Picasso Sorry I'm an asshole Building with my Mexico partners for mucho pesos Stack it and lay low