Chapter 1

Love me better, love me better
Love me better, love me better
I’ve always been a over thinker, since the age of 8 years old
My dukes lived in the brits, got me and broski living neat
I grew up kinda fast been stock in mind, been a dreamer
Seen what a lil motivation could do
My pops was exploring, guess the unknown seemed intriguing
He was well respected among his peers, that nigga seem untouchable
Kinda like the all knowing father
Set the bar high, so the future has been a piece of me
The hussel ain’t eazy son, don’t get it confused
Got me always looking from a bird eye
(Huh)
We were always well of, i looked around me only seen success
My uncs did it bigger, as my pops laid the path
Had to be the father figure from a early age
Rest In Peace Ranti Ile, wish i got to meet cha
Hope the lord rocking withcha
You gon live forever cause ur son didn’t disappoint
He made a nation to cultivate, Abraham’s blessing
Man he only got boys, and we looking like kings
We are seed of ur destiny, it’s bigger than a name
Generation wealth in blessing
Ranti ile, Ranti Ile, remember your home
Ranti Ile, Ranti Ile, remember your home
Survival of the fittest, the strongest survival
Survival of the hero’s, the brave survives
History is a beautiful thing, there you live forever
Word to word your story can be told
They can pick apart at your world
But glorify all your work, this is the rise of a nation
Imma take it to a different level, yah they calling us the movement
Oh we alive
Ranti Ile, Ranti Ile, remember your home
Ranti Ile, Ranti Ile, remember your home
Chapter 1
The origin story
Why does the notorious always conquer everything
How can a man bare such powers
To compel your heart to beat at a diff pace
To elicit emotion, word is a powerful tool
Why is the notorious always favoured
In the word there’s truth, anything out of truth is good