Текст песни W.I.T - DannyP

Lord keep me
Keep me from all evil
Lord keep me
As I travel down this road

Yeah
People in line, I skip that
Misfit City, I built that
Play with the name, I kill that
Who's next? Homie I fill that
Who cares about fame, not part of the game
I got my own lane
With no shame you could go ahead and aim
Im only scared of one name, ah
Picasso I'm painting my dream
Tear the roof off with the teens
Will not fake my streams
Let it cook need more steam
Take it to the extreme, DannyP too clean
2 phones on me like Keem
Need a new wave I switch that scene
Stunning with the fresh trim, Carter my hand in the rim
Too much hops
Steady doing big tings
W, I need my ring, we not got drop
They get quite when I win
Someone grab the violin cause I ain't gone stop
Break the PR in the gym
Try to get under my skin I keep it on lock
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Chain on her neck say DP
Had to block the heebie jeebies
What Lebron say that's too easy
Y'all didn't know that I'm greazy?
Too breezy, never get queasy
They don't get it when they see me
Soon as we takeoff they won't call it cheesy

We not too far back don't ever lack we right up the road
Tell me who gonna stop me, we got the key, we got the code
This ain't no joke, I gotta speed it up I can't go slow
I got a city to feed with G-O-D I'm boutta glow

Walk in the studio, hit
Sum calm put together my story
We make the city too lit
Shh, less talk man this ain't no Maury
Needle mover you cannot ignore me
To God I give all the glory
Nemo bread while y'all look for dory
Man i'm in my own category
Go go go what's next
I make a score there'll be no rest
They cannot keep up its too complex
Shoutout bruno drippin in finesse
Got the T, I keep it round my neck
Do not care on how I flex
I was whippin it up in Robeks
Small bag needed to run up my checks
Need to make the stack thick
Needed flair like i'm rick
No flame on the wick, lighter i flick
Now they wanna take a pic
Pen to paper the pen i click
Now the motion got me feeling sick
Do what I want i pick
Too brick cop a Canada goose and a Mink, yeah

Bless those who do not mess with me
Bless those who come and check on me
God blessing my life and the recipe
This way more than a legacy
Step over what i trip over
Nobody can take my composure
Shoot that with Range, take out the Rover
Shoot my threes call me clover
T'd up can't deal with jabronies
Seven tracks to tell my story
That's all i need cause everyone else being phonies
Swear they about it they capping
Do not matter who you askin
They know this here everlasting
This ain't no front no acting
I do whatever it takes, all action