Released: March 6, 2020

Featuring: Tre Williams Reek Da Villian Big K.R.I.T. Jon Connor

Songwriter: Tre Williams DJ Kay Slay Reek Da Villian Big K.R.I.T. Jon Connor

[Intro: Jon Connor]
Yo, Slay
Yo, I appreciate you, you know, lettin' me speak my mind and shit
Nigga appreciate shit like that
Yeah, yeah
Yuh

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
In my beginnings, I pledged allegiance to leeches, ain't know I didn't need 'em
And all the while I was bleedin' while these niggas was feedin'
And all the time I was starvin', they expect me to feed 'em
No competition, now they only position is fetal
And now they feedin' me beats, it's like it's feedin' my ego
It's like the day God decided to give wings to a eagle
I been the shit, I'm killin' shit, and these niggas is grievin'
I'm spittin' crack, in fact, this that G money and nino
My shit is dope, and I'm constantly providing the needle
Your money tall, my money smaller than Danny Devito
So 'til I get it, I'ma spit it for all of my people
Never gon' leave 'em and that's why they entrust me to lead 'em
You hear my heart? My words are sharp like the edge of a razor
And this the answer for the days that you prayed for a savior
And this the answer to the days that I prayed for the paper
Thank the creator, 'cause I guess he heard all of our prayers

[Chorus: Tre Williams]
I done seen my daddy plan it, so how would you understand it?
I came up from the shadow, the sun, it didn't matter
I'm the sludge and the grime in the womb I lay
I was born in this sea, and it's a brand new day
Said it's a brand new day

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Country livin', country made, country fried, country raised
Country roads, country paved, no more (no more) country slaves
No more cotton pickin' sippin', only choppin', grippin' grain
Creep and crawl in Chevy thangs, ridin' out to leave a stain
On the corner
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop
I'm on some country bumpkin shit whether you like it or not
So shake something, hoe, who said I wasn't from the south?
Who that peeking through my window? Blah, blah, nobody, na
Hold on, can I get my southern roll on?
Hop like grease up on these streets like mama left the stove on
Murder beats so kindly 'til ain't no beats to flow on
They gon' rip it like so gone, motherfuckers not tryna hold on
Ay, so long
EBT can't buy you what I'm sellin'
Food for thought without the beverage
My castle ain't for takin', better holla at Magellan
White goods, green paint, that's chicken and watermelon
Return of 4Eva what I'm yellin'

[Chorus: Tre Williams]
I done seen my daddy plan it, so how would you understand it?
I came up from the shadow, the sun, it didn't matter
I'm the sludge and the grime in the womb I lay
I was born in this sea, and it's a brand new day
Said it's a brand new day

[Verse 3: Reek Da Villian]
If there was ever such thing as a verbal portrait, nigga this is it
Pictionary with rhyme, diction-arily I'm
Defined as 'cember 25
Lyrical gift with spit so rappers please gimme leg-distance
When I start kickin' this
ABCs divided by 7, I be the remainder
If hip-hop ever face trial I'll be the retainer
Then come and Johnnie Cochrane the game up
And save my profession from this omega
But for now I'm slangin' rock, watchin' for radars (that's my DJ)
'Cause I maneuver with cougars that could pass for Medusa
That'll Nazi up your medulla with brutish German Lugers
All intruders [?]
When it's time to ride I take a shot of 'yak chased with cyanide
And go homicide
Niggas jealous because the way my crew play
Everybody jewels Dallas Cowboy uniform, blue grey
It was the streets, but hip-hop showed me a new way
I just hope my past never come and ruin this new day

[Chorus: Tre Williams]
I done seen my daddy plan it, so how would you understand it?
I came up from the shadow, the sun, it didn't matter
I'm the sludge and the grime in the womb I lay
I was born in this sea, and it's a brand new day (tell 'em for me)
Said it's a brand new day
And it's a brand new day

DJ Kay Slay

Born in New York City, New York and raised in the East River Projects in Harlem, Keith Grayson started as a prominent graffiti artist and DJ, then known as DJ KG, and, at the age of 16, was featured in Style Wars, a 1983 hip-hop documentary.

He touched on his come-up during a Rap Radar interview in 2012:

I DJ’d and I did graffiti, I did everything, you know? I have pictures so, you know, some people can talk about it. Everybody really knew me but it was never a thing I did for money.