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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wesson Desir
Wesson Desir
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wesson Desir
Wesson Desir
Composer
Derek Simpson
Derek Simpson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek Simpson
Derek Simpson
Producer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I let the stars pave the way for me
On celestial planes, tippy-toed on lanes
That the universe laid out for me
On a milky way in some Bathing Apes
Let Nigo speak, he'll vouch for me
Leave samaritans down on Earth
With one leap, no comparisons
One of one, my own league
See my heritage keep me running at godspeed
[Verse 2]
I got Helios Heelys on my feet
Skid markings when singing the concrete
Step by step, ain't needed from the girl
Sit upon my palm, I could turn you to Palm Beach, on me
Though she was too good till she stood in arms reach
Alienated me, now she scream my alias
This that energy for bitches that had us Biz Markie-d
You just got caught up in the blast radius, alleve us
The mental is full
Ideas turn demons and damage the skull
Leaders delete us, forget where they from
Put the iron to the fire, they just branding the bull
[Verse 3]
What matter more, the matador or the red fabric?
The mind at war with dollar reward and bless passion
Dilute by the lust of the loot
You confused when them dudes drew Jackson's
Caught in the concept of time
That was made my a man, that's death by design
Alexander McQueen skull scarf on my neck
What you live, what you breath
And that's death by design
Singing everything I am, that's an anthem of mine
Throwing tantrums in tandem when ten of us ride
In my hand there's a handgun
A little too handsome for jail
But I'll do what I can to survive
[Verse 4]
This that 1988 F40 foreign, and we still doing donuts
Instilled on stilts that I stand tall on
When everything was stolen, man, we still blew 'em gold dust
Wring my fingers for my resources
Bleed my diamonds without my choices
The saddest faction got zero satisfaction
My folks still want theirs
Don't you hear they voices?
[Verse 5]
My folks still want theirs
Don't you hear they voices?
[Verse 6]
I let the stars pave the way for me
On celestial planes, tippy-toed on lanes
That the universe laid out for me
On a milky way in some Bathing Apes
Let Nigo speak, he'll vouch for me
Leave samaritans down on Earth
With one leap, no comparisons
One of one, my own league
See my heritage keep me running at godspeed
Written by: Derek Simpson, Wesson Desir
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