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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Enoch Lenoir
Enoch Lenoir
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Ason Watson
Cameron Ason Watson
Songwriter
Brian Justin Lucas
Brian Justin Lucas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sensei7
Sensei7
Producer

Lyrics

(Who's your sensei?)
Ain’t seen it comin'
I done learned somethin'
I realized there ain’t nothing that can hold me
Now introducing Lenoir
I stepped back on my path; vision more clear than before
I was too caught up in my past, I don’t do that anymore
The mental stumbling back just lead to cracks in the floor
I had no simile for that it’s just a bar from the Lord
I had to let beat sit to cook for some more
Sensei knew what he was doing when he linked with the boy
And on the seventh day no resting, I’ll save that for the **** who chitter chat
Who let they fingers get to ticking and tacking instead of packing
Ambition up with a fresh set of tasks to go get a bag
With no intention there’s no mission, train of thoughts off track
I assist like Jason Williams, make sure you caught all that
Aye bae, I'm gettin to the money I'mma call right back
**** claim they gettin' it with me but I call all
Capcom, **** fightin' the streets; I'm tryna stop all that
I stand my ground I been done runnin'
I fed on prey, I done been hunted
Ain’t seen it comin'
I done learned somethin'
I realized there ain’t nothing that can hold me down
I been done runnin'
I fed on prey, I done been hunted
Ain’t seen it comin'
I done learned somethin'
I realized there ain’t nothing that can hold me
Wake up to any idle soul who relate
The world is ending soon, not up for debate
The sand’ll pass through the hourglass, you stuck either way
Runnin' outta breath sprinting but you runnin' in place
Ain’t down to listen more than talking? Then it’s fuck your take
Sensei on the beat, it’s fuck your breaks
And fuck your sample
I took on more than I could handle through the damage
Made it through any burden God would hand us
Then painted on open canvases
Hoping you’ll find the answer
Before they try to damn us again
My **** pushin' on a gamble 'til it hand him a win
I ain't tryna miss another brother holding it in
I wish I could go back and hand him a friend
Regret the only pain that we tryna dodge in the end
Why don’t you try reaching out again?
That's it
Written by: Brian Justin Lucas, Cameron Ason Watson
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