Metal Wings
Kenny Mason Lyrics

I think God is a dog, a bitch
I believe that God is like a dog, with his tongue hanging out to savor all that life has to offer

Tongue hanging' out, 'cause your squad a lick
God's tongue is hanging out because he enjoys watching people achieve their goals

When my grandma died, she took my heart, it split
The death of the singer's grandmother shattered a part of their heart and left them feeling incomplete

Now I am the light in the dark, it's lit
Despite the darkness caused by their loss, the artist is now a source of light for others

I want everything, every motherfucking thing
The artist desires to have every possible thing they can imagine

I was seventeen, auntie put me on the street
When the singer was 17, their aunt forced them to leave home and fend for themselves

And I met a queen in the belly of the beast
Despite their difficult circumstances, the singer found a strong and supportive partner

And I barely had a thing in my belly, I ain't eat
At the time of meeting their partner, the artist was struggling to find enough food to eat

Big metal wings
The artist is growing strong and powerful, like wings made of metal

In my back now, now they growing back
After a period of weakness, the artist is now growing in strength and resilience

Devil wings
The singer has also been exposed to the darker side of life

Ever since that, Scotty kept a strap
Scotty (someone close to the artist) has been keeping a gun nearby since a traumatic event

Every day
The singer has been struggling with the loss of a loved one, which affects them daily

Since my partner lost his mama, he ain't been the same
In addition to their own experiences, the singer's partner is also dealing with the loss of a parent and has changed as a result

When I'm alone, I don't give a fuck 'bout anything
When the singer is alone, they become numb to everything and don't care about anything

They know I'm second to no one
Other people recognize that the artist is not inferior to anyone

I want your breakfast and your lunch
The artist wants everything they can get their hands on, including other people's possessions

I don't need seconds from no one
The singer doesn't want any handouts, they want everything to be earned

I know they cappin' their records
The singer is aware that other artists are exaggerating their success and abilities

I don't respect where they come from
The artist doesn't have respect for artists who don't come from similar backgrounds or experiences

I know the fake from the real
The artist can easily distinguish between people who are genuine and people who are being fake

By the way that it feel
The artist senses when something is off or not genuine

Big dog
The singer is becoming strong and fierce like a dog

Hanging in the wind
The artist is confident and unafraid

And I came to win
The singer is determined to succeed

Count it up again
The singer wants to keep counting the rewards of their success

I can breathe again
The singer feels relieved and relaxed now that they've achieved success

Feel it in my hands
The artist is aware of their power and strength

White weave, pit junk fit for your neck
The artist is wearing expensive, flashy jewelry that shows off their wealth and status

Louis was silk, off the rip, I finesse
The singer has a high-end designer item and got it without having to pay full price

Thuggin' on their neck, fuck that, where you at?
The singer is willing to fight anyone who crosses them or doesn't show them respect

I'ma get respect from the 3 'til death
The artist demands respect from anyone and everyone, regardless of their background or status