Yeah
Na na
'Kechi, Tha Don
Chai
Just gotta keep going, y'know
Gotta find it (one, two)
Yeah

I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching
Never sold
Merchant eyeing me like a nigga on the street
Who be cat-calling
I been stalling for a minute or two
But now I’m long overdue
So now it’s time to pursue
I’m only short on a few
Decibels of confidence or self fondness
Used to bond ‘Kechi to Tha Don
That goes beyond the dooey
Truly seeing me in all my glory
Best seller of my own story
Can’t afford to let the ink dry
Collecting dust
Don’t know the way, but I must find it
Must grind it out -- Parmesan
That bar was full of cheese
Ladies like the way I cheese
But nowadays all I think about is earning cheese
I’m really hard to please
Everything has to be grandiose
Not even close makes the cut
It’s all a gut feeling
But does you gut ever need healing
It’s like

Can you feel it calling on you
Pressure falling on you
To be free
Trust and believe
And keep trying

Take time as I
Just take time
Yeah

Take time as I elevate
Stress mind so I meditate
Let’s fly up to heaven’s gates
Open up, let the blessings fall
Rain down like a trip to the shopping mall
Heavy drip, take a sip
Big lips, small talk, all walk
Take a dip in the deep end
Never depend on a nigga playing defense
On the pretense that you pass the rock
Pretend that a nigga really tryna block
He ain’t for the flock
I ain’t messing with the zone, I’mma shoot my shot
Set the tone, DND on my telephone
Wanna say my name, then you better know
What it is, what it’ll always be
Destiny really calling me out the gutter
Butterflies and a subtle stutter
Music be my bread and butter
Fed me, time to feed the others

Can you feel it calling on you
Pressure falling on you
To be free
Trust and believe
And keep trying

Can you feel it calling on you
Pressure falling on you
To be free
Trust and believe
And keep trying

And keep trying