Hey Mr. Aaron, um, Your-your songs they're just amazing, I can't, I can't They're so good you've outdone yourself Um, I know you be tryin' and it's just, it's great And you've moved up to the next level You're-you're-you're so great, you're famous Yeah, a lot of girls probably crying from my old high school, look They see me everywhere they go I prolly would too, look Crossed over to the Jordan man like I'm Michael, yeah Eating blessings so much I might need lipo Yeah, tailored for the Dove's like I'm walking in chucks, yeah It's just in His plan man I see how y'all all shook, look Knew that I was great ever since I was a rook' Man all y'all singles making me look good, okay Praise to the Most High yeah, that's Jesuś, look But when it comes to this rap thing I can't lose, yeah Back to back number 1's that's a thing greats do, yeah Tell them boys that ain't nothing I can't do It's my year It's my year, look God made me for this man, this my year, look Ain't no more games going for the kill (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Working for this way before a deal (Let's go, let's go) 'Cause this my year (This my year) This my year (This my) Look, God made me for this man, this my year (Okay, okay, yeah) Ain't no more games going for the kill (For the kill) Working for this way before a deal (Sheesh, sheesh) Ball in my hand got the magic touch I just run the play and it's immaculate So consistent that they call me Mr. clutch If you wanna beat me need a lot of luck I gotta get it shawty like Lloyd But y'all still be treating me like a boy So I'm here to take over the whole game 'Cause yall leave me no choice Really I don't see a lot of people just on the level I'm at, yeah I say it every year cause every Year my year and that's just facts, look All I see is prosperity God the only One ahead of me just for the clarity Can't teach favor this that hard Work mixed wit' God's grace so honestly Homie, I really think you should be scared of me I got the recipe this my destiny, ayy, ayy Don't believe you can step to me won't get the best of Me do the right thing like it's Spike Lee directing me Getting everything I want I'm going Rambo, yeah I hope you know that this my year because He said so It's my year It's my year Look, God made me for this man, this my year Look, Ain't no more games going for the kill (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Working for this way before a deal (Let's go, let's go) 'Cause this my year (This my year) This my year (This my) Look, God made me for this man, this my year (This my year) Ain't no more games going for the kill (Going for it) Working for this way before a deal, yeah (Ayy) Yessir Classic, uh Who you know mixing the old and the New I'm like the modern day Fabulous Took what Satan meant for bad and I made that thing fabulous They mentioning others wit my name and I ain't having it Gave me motivation so I had to get up after it, uh I can't help it man I get it from my pops So I don't got time for Kids Bop, Travis Scott's Since day one I been the hottest on the block, uh Since day one I told em Jesus is the rock Take 'em back to the days when I was walking to school I couldn't wait to get out so I could get in the booth, yeah Look, my teacher worried bout my classes I told her I'm just tryna make a classic Wanting me to sell my soul I told em I refuse These wanna be mess copying moves y'all cute If y'all don't rock with me I'm cool with being on the outside Forget they closest ones when they searching for the clout high Yeah, when they searching for they clout high These dudes Eddie Murphy but who get the last laugh What's done for God the only thing that's ever gone last And that's facts It's my year, homie

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