Daggers in your hands, stab me in the back
Filled up all the stands, watched the shit collapse
And if I make a couple fans, that’s the wind in my sails
Pussies pray I can’t like if I win they gon fail

Bring em back to Earth like throwin barley to the pigeons
Try and stand on that, THEN you maybe start a business
Then you maybe get off track, like a table train on Christmas
Then you maybe lose it all, then you break up with your missus
Back to square one, first cig out the pack
Phase after phase (Faze) it’s insane how we adapt
How we’re attached to all eroding old components
Shit we’re better off just kickin rocks if Rolling Stone’s the motive

Chosen for this moment, and I’ll blow it in a second
Insights in my music and, I ain’t talkin metrics
Baker’s favorite method, tryna make some bread quick
People gettin desperate, bodies used as leverage
An issue with me, a big red button you don’t mess with
Always feelin drawn to it but never gonna press it
Look at all I’m blessed with, children straight from heaven
If family is the metric, then I ain’t just some fuckin scrub
I do it with the best kid, get married to a bad bitch
Mark that off my checklist, shit is getting tragic
For anyone with weapons, you’re headin down a path now,
There’s no interceptin, time to get your maps out
You’re lookin at a legend
You’re lookin at a man that fuckin did what he had to
You’re lookin at a man that if he wronged you he’d be mad too
Tattoo on my hand and got the same one on my dad’s too

Daggers in your hands, stab me in the back
Filled up all the stands, watched the shit collapse
And if I make a couple fans that’s the wind in my sails
Pussies pray I can’t like if I win they gon fail

Lovin how she fuck with me, tryin not to fuck this up
Tryna let her know she a queen, tryin not to do too much
Hopes and dreams in this ravine, trust me girl we gotta jump
Deep dive inside them jeans (genes), this family tree begins with us

Dagger in my hand, stab you in the back
Built up all the stands, made to be collapsed
And if I make a couple stans, off the bridge you can sail
Steppin on your necks, for me to win you gon fail

Daggers in your hands, stab me in the back
Filled up all the stands, watched the shit collapse
And if I make a couple fans that’s the wind in my sails
Pussies pray I can’t like if I win they gon fail

Wind in my Sails

Garraty