| I can't stop from loving me, eighteen karat cutlery |
| Navy Blue and Budgie, we been cuttin' up and living dreams |
| Fuck you mean? |
| Hop up off that plane and touch my mother's streets |
| Done the deed, mid city me, I'm out in Brooklyn |
| I'll be overseas with Mr. Dave Chapelle and brother Yasiin in Paris |
| Maison Margi' stepping, keep my crep clean |
| Navy-knit the skully with contrasted seams, next week |
| I'll be out in London with Abuela P, PSG |
| On my way to thirty like it's Messi team, Lionel |
| I'ma graduate to the champions league, UCL |
| Swinging through the twelfth until I hear that bell |
| Hooks and them uppercuts |
| Upper echelon, they knew that something's up |
| I trust my gut, God utter truth to who gon' use their lungs |
| Breathin' out this music, breathin' in a ton |
| I succumb to living how I know the true and righteous done, tears and blood |
| Build me a lil' ark, I'm ready for the flood whenever it comes |
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| Flash flood warning, nigga (Uh) |
| Better get your floaties 'cause you bound to drown |
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| Going through the motions |
| All my songs are soul sent |
| You would blame the culprit |
| I confide in close friends |
| I regain my focus |
| Steady as my four limbs |
| Navy Blue the chosen |
| I won't stop, it don't end |
| Going through the motions |
| All my songs are soul sent |
| You would blame the culprit |
| I confide in close friends |
| I regain my focus |
| Steady as my four limbs |
| Navy Blue the chosen |
| I won't stop, it don't end |
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| Niggas tryna tell me, "Slow up, calm down—calm—just—just take a second, |
| chill with the hustle" |
| I said, "No, I can't" |
| I can't stop, man |
| Nigga, this in me, it ain't on me, nigga |
| I was meant to do this, nigga |
| God brought me down here on Earth to do it, so I'ma do it |
| I won't stop |
| They ain't gon' stop a damn thing, nigga |
| We gon' keep the ball rolling for sure |
| Navy Blue the motherfuckin' truest |
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