Usual Suspects - Social Club Misfits, Willow Stephens

I’ve got a secret, yes, indeed

Universe in sight of me

Deep like a goldmine, soon you’ll see

So far from ordinary

I’ve got a secret, yes, indeed

Universe in sight of me

Deep like a goldmine, soon you’ll see

So far from ordinary

Yeah, in the game since '98

Wikipedia say he 37

But I feel young, like I’m in my prime

Like I’m 23, I can feel the blessings

Wrist game like I need a bracelet

Sing proud like Anita Baker

Ride the wave that we came on

I’ll give it to you, you don’t need to take it

This Steph Curry VS.

King James

This Game 7, we gon' see rings

This flow different than most spitting

When I flow it’s like, you be seeing things

3D how I’m coming at ya

No pause needed, I’m all action

I road Pirellis since late 90s

They still askin' how grace found me

So when I rap I don’t take it lightly

Twitter traffic and Instagram

Got us feelin' like we the realest, probably

With a fur coat in the winter, probably

This a sinner talking with the winner option

At the Lord’s table with the dinner option

No side dishes, no shrimp lobster

Just fire spitting, that choir singing like, woo!

I’ve got a secret, yes, indeed

Universe in sight of me

Deep like a goldmine, soon you’ll see

So far from ordinary

I, I don’t like it

I don’t like the waves they be riding

Can somebody tell me where my mind is?

Rappers drive me crazy, always fighting

Can you feel it?

Can you tell the fake from the realest

They said that I’m too deep, in my feelings

Bang bang, I wonder if they feel this

Yeah, I wonder if they feel this

Bang bang, I wonder if they feel this, ooh!

Yeah, LA-X

Flying home on a 7, bust

'Parts at the Mi Cup

M-I-A, can’t sell my love

Caught my tapes on decks

Saying bite the dust

Still got the gang with me

Y’all rappers sound the same to me, they

Prey on me, or pray for me

FAV for dweebs, I don’t really like the light

So if I can’t change the world

Tell me, what’s the point?

Rock 'n' Roll shirt with the sleeves cut

Birkenstocks on, no sneaker’s

Army green looking like Jesus

Give our fans hugs when they meet us

Everybody eats bruh

Yell out, «Gang, gang, gang, gang»

When you see us

I’ve got a secret, yes, indeed

Universe in sight of me

Deep like a goldmine, soon you’ll see

So far from ordinary