Wilderness Video (MV)

Jesu Cristi Oluwa wa, Amin!!!

Worry not about the nigga
Leave you in the wilderness yeah yeah
Be the gold the heat has touched
Just be the gold the heat has touched
You got to be the gold the heat has
The heat has, yeah

Welcome to my origin the end of your beginning
Placed your hands upon the steering led u no where like you had no bearings
I won't blame bitches for the kids they bearing
When all the while the good ones starring at the assholes that they be
Listening to maybe drove them crazy broke the piston into
Pieces of paper they got no shame High on the paper and f*ck the plane
Popping them pills cas he got no grains fighting the war were others were slain
Put all the weight on the shoulder of someone who broke and I swear that he gone be lame
Take the chain of the rot let his destiny talk stop holding a god that could strengthen the world
Praying to the lord that he never would fall prey to niggas who would just hit you and run
Don't envy those niggas cas little by little your success would come and they would grab a gun
Hoping to take you up
But then the temple's gate is shut down
Used to be the only one in my own class
Sitted by myself men I'm thinking of burning grown grass
I just had a penny sounded like I was some broke ass
But the nigga getting stoned at and they never broke my own glass
Right now I'm getting lifted, old shoes are now defeated
Came back to take my crown away, old whores I have requited
Wisely precisely they thought that they could respite me
But em rightly I'm mighty to hell men you cannot fight
Please go back to your lab and make designs that would excite me
Maybe copy paste so that all these kids would recite
What you got is so not so useful Did you pay the price
Nonetheless I'm gonna sit and watch you niggas fool yourselves tonight

Worry not about the nigga that would chill with you
And in the days of trouble leave you in them wilderness
Let the heat to hit you blistering cold to freeze you
Just rise again dust yourself be that gold that the heat touched.
The heat has touched
Be that gold the heat has touched
The heat has touched
Slow your pace codeine and stuff
Show what you made off
Tell the world you got the lot
You just gat to make the paper

Had a clean rethink I saw my life was like an open book
Eyes closed felt hurt like I've been touched by an oven crook
No matter how much that I grow it only seems
My word is getting smaller and my wrongs would give me sober looks
I tear that page cause then it never would fit in my journal
It's terrible how all my life I never got to know how
The ruthlessness the game would spit could affect all you do
Then paint you black and leave you magicless with no voodoo
Walking up and down I walked right passed the death valley
All thanks to Jesus sure by now what would be heard about me
Maybe the priest would scream out rest in peace or maybe peices
Or say he's one of a kind and we'd never see his species
My speeches always in time to get you up for summer
But somehow this babies slip like someone's grown bananas
F*ck with the monkeys get the door the lion's coming through
Get it the monk with keys could hold the door on you
Then leave you glued without a clue your mind be black and blue
With that I knew my mouth would explode and make you kaboom
Forget what we talked about, let it all be in the past
Marched past all your presents I'm the future of you in the cast
Life is like a movie and your dicks would end up in the casket
I let you talk but too much talk would never fill the basket
I drop a line and watch you nod like lizards basking
Used to be the slave but I'm the kind of king you cannot sack yet

Worry not about the nigga that would chill with you
And in the days of trouble leave you in the wilderness
Let the heat to hit you blistering cold to freeze you
Just rise again dust yourself be that gold that the heat touched
The heat has touched
Be that gold the heat has touched
The heat has touched
Slow your pace codeine and stuff
Show what you made off
Tell the world you got the lot
You just gat to make the paper

Men this time I'm gonna tell you shiii

Kaydee
It's kaydee, just look that part I dropped it again, I'm just pompous, walahi
It's kaydee, I swear, I like myself tho
Be that gold the heat has touched, be that gold the heat has touched
Just rise again and be that gold the heat has touched, be that gold the heat has touched
You just gat to make the paper, you just gat to make the paper
Nigga got to make the paper, nigga got to make the paper

Don't ever be broke man, don't ever be broke man, it ain't worth it