I feel it's my time, I'm on the rise
Reach my fingertips high to a morning sky
Ain't no nigga flyer than me
Or hold fire to me
Sometimes I like to dream
Of fortune and glitter, and how the stars aligned will beam
Spot my mom's face front-row and see her smile gleam
The plates at the table are piled, feeding my whole team
I never want to be mild
So I'm makin' sparks in my music
Enthusing at every moment my mind is gettin' more lucid
And fingertips get to cruisin'
The heavy fear that I'm losing
Hitting a crucial point
Where I'm loving the path I'm choosing
(Loving the path I'm choosing)
I'll admit, I get a bit choosy
But now I stuck through and the way I live gets closer to a movie
A&Rs trying to woo me
Their offers are saccharine and to me
I feel they're too tacky and gooey
It's attractive but I want my soul intact
I want myself whole no matter any goal I track
And I'm bringing all my boldness back, don't come lack
You'll see why I'm deserving of my earnings
All my racks (bring it back)
I feel it's my time, I'm on the rise
Reach my fingertips high to a morning sky
Ain't no nigga flyer than me
You won't hold fire to me
I feel it's my time on the rise
It's a sign when I got 'em plotting my demise
But I won't let you get tired of me
You won't hold fire to me
Baby trust me
I ain't bluffing
I'm the topic
They discussing
Sneakers scuffing
I get above
All the walls obstructing
Okay
Sometimes the only thing consistent is my spittin'
'Cause when it's written I make sure you can feel it from a distance
That you feel it from another existence
I sizzle, they listen
I got 'em hot and I hear that hissing
And I'm reminiscing
To when I went to work from the wishing
When I let myself wander, let go of "only efficient"
When I started to peel the chipped tint from my vision
When I seek and embrace all my little imprecisions
Lately I been makin' lots of little decisions
Fillin' up these little incisions, the knowledge I'm missing
Turn my lust for what I lack into a search for additions
I am just so bewitching, my mind is always enriching
I feel it's my time, I'm on the rise
Reach my fingertips high to a morning sky
Ain't no nigga flyer than me
You won't hold fire to me
I feel it's my time on the rise
It's a sign when I got 'em plotting my demise
But I won't let you get tired of me
You won't hold fire to me
I feel it's my time I'm on the rise
Ain't no nigga flyer than me
I feel it's my time I'm on the rise
But I won't let you get tired of me
You won't hold fire to me