WOW! (feat. Chris Patrick)

like wow wow hands up jumping through the crowd I'm going 2,500 miles with 511 plaques in my halls right now you got the first plat single damn nigga wow wow how you like me now my hunger quadruple when I jump into the crowd with 511 plaques in my halls right now you got the first plat single damn nigga wow wow I'm racing up this tree the best me, I can last, branches falling off beneath that's the leaves from my past follow me, hop up in my footprints you can't grasp seeing green when I sleep night visions to the cash allow me to reintroduce I came to be the takeover, breaks over drifting on E the crowd lit up nigga, I can shift the ground when I sneeze even when the weather's cold niggas bow when I freeze pound for pound I'm winning every round with this swing A change of pace, I'm already great and I can see this can't be a race because I'm already me, they twitching in when I drop the hottest shit they done seen a nigga from the chi check this ultra light beam the hardest nigga out out the chi Since common dropped Be When ye was rocking them polos I'm the best to ever be By being me, aint losing sleep for niggas I done dreamed Wow, hands up jumping through the crowd I'm going 2,500 miles with 511 plaques in my halls right now you got the first plat single damn nigga wow wow how you like me now my hunger quadruple when I jump into the crowd with 511 plaques in my halls right now you got the first plat single damn nigga wow wow like wow Chrissy up in complex off a mixtape nigga wow masterpiece Da Vinci level concepts mama proud the Rolling Stone compilation accomplice to the sound enormous ovations from 1500 folks is wild I'm the one they suggest you tread with the lightest steps your biggest wins to me feel like a light success when I couldn't pay my light bill my aura illuminated through nights of stress surviving every crunch life gave me earned me my right to flex like Who the f*ck you know done lost it all and got it back again label I was signed to went under thought I wouldnt rap again tapping in like typewriters writing tracks while I'm packing sins Chris Patrick got a soul of a dobermann No more barbarian like Conan I'm caning with distribution had to ghost my old life to abrade the pace of the movement replaced making excuses created new destinations I make wine from juices Here by exploration. I'm a fucking dog, Wow hands up jumping through the crowd I'm going 2,500 miles with 511 plaques in my halls right now you got the first plat single damn nigga Wow Wow how you like me now my hunger quadruple when I jump into the crowd with 511 plaques in my halls right now you got the first plat single damn nigga Wow Wow legitimate pivots hit or miss reaping from God's benefits put me in the gulag and I still come out venomous I need like ten of this by ten to six my verses swindling I got the iron of a man I Hulk em like I'm in the gym A mamba underneath the rim, separation shift the preparation but my vision crisp Eyes closed, niggas just mutombos Shot still swish, pow gotham city for niggas journaling I fit the description, the golden plate in the picture crown taken, wait on validation, man I'm a miss em I don't need em I can move the needle with God's vision, man on a mission, you cannot TNT end me, sign sealed and deliver I'm must see TV, can I talk my shit again cus I could DVD destructive versus doper than a mp3, its wavs then I'm out the way in space when I levitate I'm going toe-to-toe with greats Wow, hands up jumping through the crowd I'm going 2,500 miles with 511 plaques in my Halls right now You got the first play single damn nigga Wow Wow how you like me now my hunger quadruple when I jump into the crowd with 511 plaques in my halls right now You got the first plat single damn nigga Wow Wow"