[ Featuring Jeri Newton ]
The sun going down, children of the winter
Fur coats on the hardwood, no splinters
Maple tree on the dash, just to be consistent
Maybe just a vision I've been seeing for a minute
She thicker than Serena, yo ass open like it's tennis
Maybe that's a stretch, shoutout to Tay and Kenan
At the age of 17, felt like a fatherless child
Yeah, a orphan from the wild, still blacker than mild
It's funny, they make you feel more blacker than proud
Kinda like the sound of a distant clap in a crowd
Shit, if lightning struck twice, I'd put a crack in the cloud
Gym rat, always threw more racks than in towels
Yeah, I spun the wheel of fortune, now they asking for vows
Shit, you see my sound like pow, nigga
See my sound like vowels, nigga
Yeah.. Newton the God
