Ey, who am I?
Who am I if not the Elohim
The blossomed fruit of the fallen seed
The remnant of the breath he breathed
The promise of the blood he'd bleed
Son of a king, He had a dream
I met God when I was 17
And since then he blessed the team
Different cloth when you check the seams
Fix your posture when you're talking to this man God
It'd be kinda odd, if I went to war and left God aside
There's something I've always known inside
Like Maradona couldn't score no goals without the hand of God
Can't change anything without a little change
Can't change seasons if I don't go through rain
Can't bring life into this earth without the pain
All I'm saying it takes sacrifice and strain to be ordained
I walk around like Michael with a room full of Fredos
Love them to death but take them at what they say no
Mixing they're words like they're choking on hot potatoes
Take nothing personal I guess that's just game though
They weren't feeling me wow
Oh they were shutting me down
They were fighting gravity
They weren't tryna he down
Look how they gather around
Coz this is that quality sound
Look how the potters hands
Perfected this pottery wow
I keep receipts and I charge it to the game
They laugh because I'm different
I laugh because coz they're all the same
I'm a rare soul, weirdo
That won't that fit inside a square hole
I came tailored by design like some rare clothes
I don't socialize, we can meet up on the charts
When I play my cards, not aiming for the club's but the hearts
Not the same kid that was coming of age
Safe to say from the way I've played my ace
I've been growing in spades
I sip green tea
Just to balance out my chi
And the meditation got
My thoughts cool enough to ski
Pardon my French, u weren't tryna be oui
Now you've come around 180 degrees
So much drip I could've flood the sea
The boy been gifted like he's under the seat
There's no way I could kept it discreet
This is that avante garde
That's why i got em all on guard
And you can blame it all on God
Just let me if you been checking the boards
It's only me and Hans Zimmer if we're talking about the scores
Sincerely yours