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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ARDN
ARDN
Performer
Ardon Nsengiyumva
Ardon Nsengiyumva
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ardon Nsengiyumva
Ardon Nsengiyumva
Composer
Jordan Friesen
Jordan Friesen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Banditt
Tyler Banditt
Producer

Lyrics

Look
Eye on sparrow my dinero pile up
One time for my n***** in the trench
I owe two times for the kids that I inspire
This time for the Jews and the Gentiles
Keep my circle interlocked like a venn dia-
Grand master I'm puffing my chest higher
The world taught me that I'd never have a chance
Told them pass the torch down preparing ever since like
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
N***** got envy in they eyes but rest assured I'm
Ready and advanced suggest you stand down
If a n**** wanna dance I'm quick to spin round
I'm too hefty they got two left feet
These n***** thought it was sweet but if you ask me
They ain't a white flag in sight like UFC
The grim reaper I sew 'em on a crewneck tee
Headshot top shotta
Tried to drain me of my chakras
Grandma taught us gratitude and love
Mama fed us out the crock pot
Humble pie for breakfast and for lunch
I know God protect us non-stop
They say it get lonely at the top
And I ain't never been this high before
They poke and pillage invoking violence
Take more to kill us our souls are timeless
It take a village to raise a child
I raise my village and hope for solace
I fear I adopted the spirit
No need to look further the prophecy here
I'm reaching a verdict my conscience be clear
It's kill or be killed better lock into gear
N***** got something' it's audacity
Pitying the fool trying to clash with me
T up with my n***** in the building while
Tiffany & Co. come dance with me
Product of the city I caught him at the CSI
Turn another foe into a casualty
I been in the field going full swing
'Member how they wouldn't go to bat for me
Now a n**** center stage are you not entertained?
We ain't doing shabby for some immigrants
The best form of flattery to imitate us
Moving mountains I descended from the Himalayas
Who am I if I listened to them, baby?
Men lie, women lie, not the numbers I accumulated
It's all set in stone I'ma tomb raider
Spit 'em out drew a line it's a new equator
Headshot top shotta
Tried to drain me of my chakras
Grandma taught us gratitude and love
Mama fed us out the crock pot
Humble pie for breakfast and for lunch
I know God protect us non-stop
They say it get lonely at the top
And I ain't never been this high before
Headshot top shotta
Tried to drain me of my chakras
Grandma taught us gratitude and love
Mama fed us out the crock pot
Humble pie for breakfast and for lunch
I know God protect us non-stop
They say it get lonely at the top
And I ain't never been this high before
Written by: Ardon Nsengiyumva, Jordan Friesen
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