Like Phil Collins I can feel it in the air I can smell it, I can taste it I can hear it loud and clear Bitch Im here Im’a vet but bet Im rookie of the year In the face of all my enemies My seat has been prepared On my square, ten toes down Head in the clouds, chest poked out Led by my heart, following God Man I been doing this from the start But got lost when shit got dark So I had to light my spark Now I’m on fire, and the torch To guide my people out the dark And I’m blazing hot Fears I face em now, Can’t let em take me out Cuz I pop the trunk on any obstacle And call Ganesha out Cuz I know a lot, still I lean on God Cuz it’s gone break me out of any bind Each and every time, Im talking every time Getting closer to my dreams Stacking my Guapele On my way to the top, with no delay Brother that’s andele “Bedda stop playing with these niggas” Thats what my mama say So it’s over for the games Over for you lames Sorry for the wait But it’s been fated Just had to be patient But I hate waiting, Still was rushing When I wasn’t ready, bro that was fatal Could’ve killed my dreams Hurt my self-esteem How many times I had to start Like over and over again But I'm right back at it As if giving up was ever an option dawg I got a whole squad that I gotta put on They say life is just stage and bro I gotta perform I see signs all the time that say, “you gotta keep going” And I won’t stop or ever let up Bet the devil fed up I don't give a **** God sent me to wake the dead up I said I don’t give a **** God sent me wake the dead up