Lyrics

Too blessed to be stressed, swam from Cuba to Key West
But having a super team lets me maneuver through the sea best
Losing, I must confess, is something I absolutely detest
So, before I accept defeat, I just regroup, then reset
Aint scared to get my feet wet, if my scuba defects
We troubleshoot, get to the root, loop back, then do a retest
Don't make excuses, we just execute till we get
The results we desire, nah, he aint through with me yet

(You know, if God put something on the inside of you, man
Who are we to put an expiration date on that
And besides, I aint hear no whistle, so
Get back in the water, keep swimming, dog)

Amongst sharks, jellyfish and barracudas that eat flesh
I made a conscious decision to choose not to be less
Than what God intended me to be, hallelujah Jesus
I thank You for this skillset that's been newly refreshed
Before I dive straight in, I will usually stretch
This is where preparation meets opportunity, yes
The recipe for success, I refuse to regress
No regrets, your lack of belief is what's fueling each rep

(Your lack of belief is what's fueling each rep
I need you to doubt me, haha
That's that gas that keeps me going
Ya feel me, let's go, yo)

When they tell you it can't be done, NYAD
When they say that you aint the one, NYAD
Try to convince you your time has passed
NYAD, that's the perfect clapback
NYAD, NYAD, NYAD, NYAD
NYAD, NYAD, NYAD, try that, NYAD
Nah, you aint done
NYAD, nah, you aint done

I can't quit for the love of rap
And because of that, I'mma swim another lap
Then, another lap, and another lap
Bout to turn that hate into double taps
And fake knuckle dap, like we always knew you'd
Make it Shadcore, I don't rebuttal back
I just keep it poppin' like some bubble wrap
The distance between us is not a subtle gap
Keep my head above them waters like a hovercraft
Butterfly strokes till the tendons on my muscles snap
Can't stay the same in this game, oh no, you must adapt
So, if that harness aint tight enough, adjust the straps
I do my best work over these gutter tracks
Will Smith didn't make the beat, but it slaps
Ok, enough of that, cut the crap, let me bring the subject back
You either sink or swim, dog, that's just a fact, yo

When they tell you it can't be done, NYAD
When they say that you aint the one, NYAD
Try to convince you your time has passed
NYAD, that's the perfect clapback
NYAD, NYAD, NYAD, NYAD
NYAD, NYAD, NYAD, try that, NYAD
Nah, you aint done
NYAD, nah, you aint done