Wings Video (MV)

Why don't you do me a solid
Too many cooks in the kitchen
Tryna find what's missing
Can't touch my palette
Thought they were born with
God, didn't warn poor kids, can't touch my talent
Obsessed with the drugs, obsessed with the clubs
And they wonder why they life off balance
Watch me go and take off
No days off
Call me the pilot
Let me spread my wings
Too many grown boys
Out here making fake noise
Lil' late night flings
Find the girl of God's choice
Only time you'll catch me out here chasin' rings
Always ask who's next
Depends if I'm on the list
Better check my genes
Like the All-Time Lakers
God wrapped greatness inside my seams
Takin' my seat in a sold-out crowd
While I'm So-Fi bound
Bout to go downtown
Reppin' my city
Better check G-code
Of the 864
But I won't bow down
Lames at the circus
Mockery lurking
Callin' me joke
While soundin' like clowns
Why go to church when
You can pop Percees
Run from your problems
While your whole life drowns
Bottles spread out all on your floor
Satan knockin' at your door
Let him in for a round
Never checkin' up on your score
Tempted with one or two more
Let him keep you bound
Slave to the love and
Slave to the buzz and
Slave to the numb and
Slave to the uh
I'm a slave to the one
I'm a slave to the Son
I'm a slave to the Savior
Please
Let me spread my wings
Too many grown boys
Out here making fake noise
Lil' late night flings
Find the girl of God's choice
Only time you'll catch me out here chasin' rings
Always ask who's next,
Depends if I'm on the list
Better check my genes
Like the All-Time Lakers
God wrapped greatness inside my seams
Pop, pop, pop, pop, you losin' it all
Runnin' with God, my usable source
Stirrin' the pot, not losin' the sauce
There was a time when I was so lost
Now I seek refuge in the King
That's sentencing
To give the best of me
Potentially
When I do rest in peace
A legacy
Prestige for Elohim
I don't got no time for the vain gain
I don't got no time for my own name
Just shoot my shot with a straight aim
Then I trust God with a homing
I step in booths like I'm ordained
I put in work, never complain
Firm faith in God is my campaign
I let him work through my whole frame
Let me spread my wings
Too many grown boys
Out here making fake noise
Lil' late night flings
Find the girl of God's choice
Only time you'll catch me out here chasin' rings
Always ask who's next,
Depends if I'm on the list
Better check my genes
Like the All-Time Lakers
God wrapped greatness inside my seams