[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
Whoo

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Feel like I'm aging in reverse, playing with the verse
I'm able to rehearse before I even lay the verse
I've been taken 'em to church like Aunt Mabel with her purse
Haters praying I get worse over time, time and time again, I place 'em in the dirt
Raise 'em from the earth, body 'em again
So they can go and tell thеy savior I'm a curse
Just sayin', I'm runnin' my own race when I convеrse
I may not be your favorite, but it's blatant, I'm in first
Don't matter the music label that disperse, independent or major, it'll work
Whatever wave I gotta surf, I'll wipe out
Those with mics out playin' on my turf
It's dangerous, baby boy, you may get hurt
Half a dozen of your loved ones take you to the hearse
All the fans you get love from chasin' down the hearse
I've been patient, just startin' to get a taste of what I'm worth
I've been pacing like hospital fathers waitin' at birth
Heart racin', gettin' they information from a nurse, I'm beyond amazin'
Astonishing bar placement like Simone Biles' arm arrangement
You artists skatin' on thin ice against Conor McDavid
You get the point like the Star o' David
Bullshit, no type of beef need linger
It's to the point I just point and it's like E.T.'s finger
All better now, all in together now
All y'all just settle down, y'all in the presence of Heaven's Child
[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
I'm Heaven's Child, no sellin' out, but the cheddar piles
And never I'll ever pal around with pedophiles
Leather couch in my ghetto house where n***as put work in them yellow voussoirs
Still serve a gram better than Meta now
I got hella pals in the federals, let 'em out
If the mindset is powerful, could be the next Kevin Lowes
I got cheese in my bread account
But I need some more mozzarella like Radio Raheem said to Sal
Go the extra mile when it's dinnertime
They'll never say I'm the best, even if I give 'em time
Bust through this tape with my chest, that was a finish line
You just got in your bag, since I was in the placenta, n***a, I been in mine (Yes)
Merry depiction, the scariest vision
America's itchin' to put you in a cemetery or prison
Still, we wishin' a kilo take care of the mission
'Cause paper's attached to them birds like a carrier pigeon
Letters flyin' all over the booth, this is air mail
I put my royal blood in these lines, like my heir's mail
Backwards how the system treats those doin' welfare
And yell "farewell" as they kick us down the stairwell to Hell
Dare tell the truth to you fraidy cats
All you river rats gettin' buried, where the Euphrates at?
I don't wanna hear shit about n***as spittin' crazy raps
'Til you goofs get in the booth with these two maniacs
[Outro: KXNG Crooked]
On my mama (Real, n***a), tapestry