Savor my flavor, it’s a sweet life
Heavy thoughts, but I speak light
Peace in, bring the peace out
Nonviolent, I ain’t gotta bring the piece out
Joy, I exhibit like Jay Electronica
I remember life as an uncut diamond, I had it tough
But I always had enough
I’m in different time but the
Same space, same space
Goodness is a dessert and it tastes great
Tastes great, taste great
Serve it so well that you say grace, say grace
I go with the flow
But my flow Superior like the Great Lakes
Same hand, but a new wave
New hi for a new day
That’s a HeyDay
In this sweet life, watch a Black man rise like a souffle
They try break a brotha down into loose change
I’m going in like I don’t know where the exit is
Major moves: that’s an Exodus
I’m feeling like my credit score: excellent

My money moves like a mime
Cause it don’t talk
I turn fast money into slow walks
On the beach, that’s a steady income
Bad spending habits outrun
But they die young like Queen and Slim
Or ghetto boys from the slums
Doing dumb shit for the fun
Or living life only for the funds
Like it’s fundamental
Money on ya mind, just to fund the mental
State, the currency of my mind’s economy
Is bright ideas, such a golden mind
So much gold in mine
Turn the Bronze Age to the Golden Age
When I think of time
Think Lebron’s Age when you think of mine
Word to King James, this is King John
But I’m African
My skin color on the Dark Side like Anakin
Skywalker: animated with the toons/tunes
Yes, I’m talking bout the music
Sun god in my movements
My sundance got the moon lit
Like oooh shit

I humble down, but I still keep a bright feel
Cheap nighas couldn’t bring me down like their light bill
I don’t see a threat
I just be silent like b in debt
But that’s not where I wanna be
I’m a real man, not a wanna-be
If you don’t wanna be then you wanna see
What a real man is
Dropping gems for the kids, I know they’re royalty
Intelligence flamboyantly
Worn, I’m a genius, but that’s old news
Been a fresh heir since ‘02
Y’all better learn how to breathe again
I’m a breath of fresh air: O2
A pure high
A pure love when the queens wanna hold you
They don’t wanna exhale

They’re giving their ex hell
Friend ships sink but the sex sails
Women with an attitude complain
How they can’t keep a brother like Cain
I know Y like I’m good at Algebra
When I rap, talk to em like a counselor
Lemme counsel you
I hill (heal), you hill (heal), till we are A Mountain (amountin) to
Much more
Just like Rushmore
But we gotta slow it down, stay blessed
Say what? Say less
All I gotta do is say yes
Sweet life, taste test
Better know the flavor
Act like you know like a poker player
Bluff
Gotta samurai sword for a tongue
I don’t mean to be blunt
No team tryouts but I still make the cut
Through the bullshit
From the Internet to the pulpit
Looking past you
My ancestors suffered so I didn’t have to
Lotta gratitude in my attitude
The Blacker the berry, the sweetest delight
I’m not from Sweden, I’ll Sweden/sweetin your life
Though, yo
Make you fall in love with my cocoa
Science proves that it improves your blood flow