Album Cover Divine

Divine

CityBoiGreg

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Tap into divinity

From one to infinity

I could run it all backTo every one of they cities

Citadel, it don′t matter

Take a piece of this platter

That's how you flatter me

But not too many can fit in my caliber

Switchin the patterns

To fit the different flows

Currently I been workin

The fruit of my labor shows

Catch me floatin down ya ave

In some butterfly doors

And I′m a legend phenomenal

You should come to the shows

Be a witness to the murder

That I lay upon the masses

Come and sit beside the rookies

They taking the master class

Don't be fashionably late

These niggas flapping them capes

Made of that plastic

A bunch of fake heroes

Casting the bad magic

And it say zero

But niggas had to find

The balance in things

Now I reap all of that cash and the cream

It's perfected how I fashion the dreams

Elevate I start deflecting

Every negative vision back to the sender

As the road closes

I made it clear I′m on a mission

To get these niggas up outta here

Like pall bearers

Sum up the time to

Let the fall catch em

Winter to the fall catch em

Lacking like ashes

I′m coming outta that casket

Let em bask in the glory of me

Divine power, take the floor from

Under his feet

Like the greatest oak

My strength is in the root of the trees

Breeze blowing through the spirit

They don't feel it enough

I guess the feeling is tough