Chapter 3

Coming fresh off the boat pockets full of hope
Masked up, anonymous about to pull a Ghost
Navigating inside rooms, that’s full of G.O.A.T.s
If you talking from the side of grill they gonna pull your coat
At a point, where pressure situations got comfortable
You get one life, that heartbeat is not refundable
Kiss my momma on forehead yo I got this
Watch this, put on a show regardless
Aura colossus, paparazz (i) photographers
My prerogative was nothing but to body this
Rock the house and then I’m out of there
We grabbed the bag and then we dipped out without a care
Skittles inside my pockt like Trayvon
Hit up the after hour spot my song cam on
African Chain on, the African James Bond
Stand behind it with my life, what I put my name on
Broke thru the matrix in ‘86
U can see my destiny, written on my face since my baby pics
I ain’t afraid of it though
I let the game come to me, I ain’t chasing no more
This is chapter 3
Right after the first two when I mastered me
In the land of the blind grab the cash like it’s free
Any less is blasphemy
Chapter 3
Right after the first two when I mastered me
In the land of the blind will we ever be free?
I guess only in time we’ll see