No man, no man, no man — them boys up to something Whoa man, whoa man, whoa man — don’t be telling nothing They’ll go behind your back — like a crossover Don’t be spilling all them facts — that’s a takeover ⸻ [Hook] Destined for greatness — I told my people I’ma make it Bro told me, “Stay patient — and keep faith in it” Anything’s possible — possibly, I’m unstoppable Sicker than sickle cell — ain’t no cure, but I got one though I’m on a mission — I ain’t done though Heart heavy, but I don’t run slow Pain in my steps, but my gun low Still move wise, never dumb bro ⸻ [Verse 1] Send the prisoners to war — let ’em build for the poor If we funding the pain, might as well change the score Lock the borders like doors — that’s just how we secure But there’s blood on these floors — tell me, what’s this all for? Preaching in my J’s — pain under designer Jumpman Jumpman — but I can’t jump no higher 23 shots — and they ain’t hit one Now I move different — yeah, I like this run Designer or better, top-tier on my sweater Only rock real, make it timeless not trendier See me level up, pressure turn me to a treasure And I still count blessings like cheddar — forever ⸻ [Pre-Hook / Bridge] Hollup, hollup, hollup — what’s better than designer? Top shelf drip — with a soul that’s finer Jordan 1’s — that premium leather Walk like a king, dressed like the pressure ⸻ [Hook] No man, no man, no man — them boys up to something Whoa man, whoa man don’t be telling nothing They’ll go behind your back — like a crossover Don’t be spilling all them facts — that’s a takeover ⸻ [Verse 2] Thousand-dollar jeans — Saint Laurent, that’s Paris YSL tag — belt Hermes, they staring Paying for holes in your shirt? You trippin’ But I’ll walk in his shoes — they fit different I don’t chase trends — I style with prayer If your soul don’t match, I don’t care what you wear I’ve been low but I stayed aware Mind sharp like a millionaire Not just money, I invest in care Heart rich, I’m rare — real ones are rare ⸻ [Final Hook / Outro] No man, no man, no man — they plotting in silence Whoa man, whoa man, whoa man — moving with no guidance Facts turn to fire — that’s the real exposure Don’t be telling all them truths — that’s a real takeover Too many talking, too few really doing I keep moving — through the ruin, I’m renewing This ain’t just flex — this a soul contribution So if you hear me loud — just know I’m up to something

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