It goes a one, two, three

I was born with the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun
I don’t need to sweat it when a competition come
Original style like an 808 drum
So I don’t run the track, no, I make the track run

My mama taught me words, my daddy built rockets
I put ’em both together, now tell me what I got
It’s a pretty smart weapon, I can shoot it, I can drop it
But learn to respect it ’cause you clearly can’t stop it
Like that

It ain’t over ’cause the
Shark’s on the left side, the snake’s on the right
And anything you do they wanna get a little bite
It really doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or if you’re right
’Cause once they get their teeth in, nothing really fights

And as for me, I do it like I got nothing to lose
And you can run your mouth like you can try to fill my shoes
But steady little soldier, I ain’t standing next to you
I’d be laying on the ground before you’re even in my view
Like that

Give me the strength of the rising sun
Give me the truth of the words unsung
And when the last bells ring, the poor men sing
Bring me to kingdom come

It’s something for your people on the block
To black out and rock to
Give me what you need like poppa, who shot you?
Separate the weak from the obsolete
You’re meek, I creep hard on impostors

And switch styles on a dime, quick-witted
Y’all quit tripping, I don’t have time for your crying
I grind tough, sucker, make your mind up
Are you in the firing squad or are you in the lineup?

Bang, bang, little monkey man playing with the big guns
Only get you slain, I ain’t playing, I’m just saying
You ain’t got a sliver of a chance
I get iller, I deliver while you quiver in your pants

So shake, shake down, money, here’s the breakdown
You can play the bank, I’mma play the bank takedown
And no mistakes now, I’m coming to get you
I’m just a Banksy, you’re a brainwash
Get the picture?
It’s like that

We swim against the rising waves
And crash against the shore
The body bends until it breaks
The early morning sings no more

So rest your head, it’s time to sleep
And dream of what’s in store
The body bends until it breaks
And sings again no more

’Cause time has torn the flesh away
The early morning sings no more