[Verse 1]
Every man's sin, I swear there’s a sin in him
That's in him to his minimum
Just because his melanin is brown like cinnamon
Listen ladies and gentlemen
My words interchange, revealing there's a synonym
Your boy back with a moment
Knees bent on an altar, asking for atonement
A master showman, no signs of a omen
By faith I walk, it’s just rules unspoken
If altar means to move, shift or make different
Find me in the paint, elbow thrown with the pivot
Discussing golf bags, refilling the divot
Going over the digits, later with the tidbits
This a call for change, I'm talkin' foreign exchange
I'm on my Birdman thing, respect on my name
It's DoItAll Dupré, Kelly is the surname
Solid to the core as the blood in my veins
[Verse 2]
Every man got a sin in him and every team got a win in him
Every man, every man (Every man, every man)
High as the angels, this thing of ours can take you so high
But don't let it change you
The type of high where first they honor you, then they wanna hang you
You gotta learn to navigate, working from all the angles
I wake up hundred yards from the Eiffel Tower
To a breakfast of champagne and some marijuana
Cheese eggs with tomato and a light pasta
A favor from my neighbor, oldschool rasta
If them returns look good, then I might spot you
Let it grow, gather it up, I'm a sharecropper
We're not criminals, but we’re not coppers
You wanna cop some advice homie, I got you
And dudes love for you to keep it hundred with them
Lease until you keep it hundred with them
Out here stuntin’ like them boys won't come and get em
Until they come and get them