(Music by CSO, in the kitchen and it’s Taysty) Long days longer nights Never been running towards safety Damn the sun coming up Vampiric biting these ladies Money power and shame what y’all been on lately You be hiding to much You cappin, faking House of cards Knocked down with the smallest touch Most of y’all ain’t lived enough Or felt enough pain while others get it tough My bone achy I bleed for my craft Skrt we pass Studio baking with Taysty Caskey, CSO music what you be thinking Smoking loud, stackin up Risks we be taking Pictures I be painting Crazy states forsaken Nervous and shaking Hold on we be straight kid Down for the team I’m for the dream Band together brothers gettin that cream Bands stacked diamonds gleaming Fiendin’ F*ck them bitches I steaming ya ya F*ck then bitches I’m steaming ya ya World on shoulders Could’ve told us No one know us Gang just post up Long nights never stop the advancing Till my crib is in the Hamptons David Blaine how I do the impossible Turn the trap into a mansion Took all my demons and made them into artwork Feeling like Marilyn Manson Fire on me you’d understand if you seen the neighborhood I used to camp in I evolved out of Brandon To the man that I’m supposed to be This was intentional It wasn’t random I see the lucky ones I couldn’t stand them I had to have my own back That’s cause they left me abandoned I request love but the respect I demand it Feeling like Questlove Cause I got the drum and it’s on the stage but it’s never jamming It get to singing and it’s gon do you some damage Never had a 9-5 been my own boss But I never had a obstacle that I couldn’t manage And I feel at home in every city So I got the home field advantage World on shoulders Could’ve told us No one know us Gang just post up World on shoulders (World on shoulders) Could’ve told us (Could’ve told us) No one know us (No one know us) Gang just post up