[Intro] Yeah, check, one-two... Alright, This for my people... My kin [Verse 1] I'm travelling with that band of genius nomads, The map is in our soul-scars, laughing at old forecasts. It's nothing short of Obvious, the compassion he got for us, That kindness is the catalyst that built up bond and trust. And standing right beside me, MyBrightestSide, you see? The deep-thinkin' anchor in this wild and windy sea. From scrappy cyphers to sold-out scenes, The only thing that ever changed is what we call our dreams. This ain't a crew built on a handshake, it's a sacred pact, Look at the titans at my table, man, and that's a fact. [Chorus] Raise a glass to the fast-lane lifers, the all-night writers, This is my circle of ciphers, my fellow fighters. And in this atmosphere, the message is crystal clear, 'cause in here, if you're kind, you're kin! A wild constellation, built with no hesitation, A ride-or-die declaration across the whole damn nation. So let the bass boom from the floor up to the ceiling fan, There ain't nothin' that can replicate this feeling man... [Verse 2] They say every person has a reason they would proudly die for? I got a whole damn list of names that I would scribe and cry for. So let the record show, before you test the echo, Cross a line with my people, and you'll reap what you let go. That's not a threat, it's the physics of a formidable force, Fueled by a relentless, Dizzy-like energy, of course. Workin' through the haze until the passion is perfected, A whirlwind of creation, divinely interconnected. So I let 'em doubt, let 'em stare with them ugly looking eyebrows, 'Cause what they dare to judge, is what I'm truly proud of ! [Chorus] Raise a glass to the fast-lane lifers, the all-night writers, This is my circle of ciphers, my fellow fighters. And in this atmosphere, the message is crystal clear, 'cause in here, if you're kind, you're kin! A wild constellation, built with no hesitation, A ride-or-die declaration across the whole damn nation. So let the bass boom from the floor up to the ceiling fan, There ain't nothin' that can replicate this feeling man... [Bridge] So whether you're up in the sky, just soaking in the applause, And every single accolade is backing up your cause... Or deep beneath the ground, with your soft ears pinned back in fear, Hiding out inside a lonely burrow, holding back a tear... Know that the fam is right there, with no condition or clause, To pull you from the wreckage and to bandage up the flaws. We're gonna shower you with spirit 'til it mend them bones ! 'Cause you'll never, ever, ever have to walk that road alone. We got you. [Outro] Yeah... My people. My kin. From the beginning to the end. That's a promise. Uh-huh. We here. To Stay !
