[Intro] (Yeah) (Sam Witwicky) (Keep the vibration high) [Chorus] Got the world on my shoulders I ain't complainin', just bein' honest Shout out my momma, she went to college Made somethin' outta nothin', real black goddess. God body, the golden child, heart pure as water, Soul divine, rap my passion, on the beat, it's slaughter. Please, keep your peace, lil' homie, ain't tryna make the papers, This music shit so deep, can't let you fuck with my vibration. (Crispy taco, boat shoes on the deck) [Verse 1] Can't put my faith in nobody 'cause I know people phony, Keep the circle tight, no room for the ceremony. Said I got trust issues, now she say she won't be my homie, But I'd rather walk alone than with a shadow that’s lonely. Sayin' the vibe different, truth is I just know my ambition, Need me a goddess who supportin' the vision, no competition. We came from nothin', started savin', buildin' somethin' solid, Knowledge is the currency, I’m graduated from the knowledge. No, this ain't luck, ain't playin' duck-duck-goose with the fate, The cream is risin' to the top, I’m puttin' weight on the plate. I can't be number two, I’m the primary source, Don't call it cocky, confident 'cause I done steered the course. Boat shoes on the dock, but I’m ready for the deep water, Crispy taco crunch, while I’m heading for the slaughter. [Verse 2] Look, I'ma need y'all to back up, give me room to breathe, Tryna make space for the green, got some tricks up my sleeve. Movin' at a high speed, gettin' fast bucks, no delay, Bad vibes, please exit through the back, have a nice day. 'Fore I have to act up, get my money stacked up to the roof, In the booth, I'm the truth, providing the bulletproof proof. In the world, gotta watch out for the backstabs and the lies, Gettin' hot, so it's time to put the mask on, no disguise. I’m a rare specimen, electro hip-hop in the veins, Boom bap heartbeat, washin' away all the stains. Vibration frequency tuned to the cosmic height, Still rockin' boat shoes even in the middle of the fight. [Bridge] God body, the golden child, heart pure as water, Soul divine, rap my passion, on the beat, it's slaughter. Please, keep your peace, lil' homie, ain't tryna make the papers, This music shit so deep... (So deep) Can't let you fuck with my vibration. (Don't touch the dial) (Stay in your lane) [Verse 3] Crunchy snare hitting like a crispy taco in the dark, Lightin' up the underground with a Witwicky spark. I’m the architect of the rhythm, the master of the swing, Watch how the gospel and the electro start to ring. I don't need the validation of a temporary trend, I’m buildin' a legacy that’s never gonna end. Vibration sacred, keep the static out the transmission, Sam Witwicky the artist, fulfillin' the mission. From the boat shoes to the throne, it was a long walk, Now the music does the work, I don't need the small talk. [Chorus] Got the world on my shoulders I ain't complainin', just bein' honest Shout out my momma, she went to college Made somethin' outta nothin', real black goddess. God body, the golden child, heart pure as water, Soul divine, rap my passion, on the beat, it's slaughter. Please, keep your peace, lil' homie, ain't tryna make the papers, This music shit so deep, can't let you fuck with my vibration. [Outro] It's so deep... (Crispy taco) Can't let you fuck with my vibration. (Boat shoes) It's so deep... (92 BPM) (Keep it pure) Sam Witwicky.
