Chorus
I got the will
(Ay)
Not Will of the D
But I got the will
Wait... I might as well be a D
'Cause I got the will
I got the will
I got the will
(Ay...)
Rien pourra m’arrêter
'Cause I got the will
Verse 1
I'm swinging and you know the deal
Or you can check with the monsters I kill
This Wistoria and this my story
I aim for the top and don't care how you feel
Bring me the...
Bring me the bill...
(Ay)
I'll pay with a sword if the magic is sealed
They said I should quit but I ain't tryna kneel
They say it's impossible without the spells, but I will
I got it rough
But call me a fluke and I'm calling your bluff
No mana to flex, but the slashes enough
I'm suddenly useful when shit's getting tough
Huh—you got nothing to say?
The mages are stuck? So I'm coming to play
WIS—I'm saving the day
Then back to the grind
'Cause I'm keeping the promise I made
And Rosti
I ain't forgetting my bestie
And no, I don't want no selfie
If the picture isn't with Elfie
Okay, yeah
This isn't a drill
Scaling the tower I'm doing it still
Gi-gimme
Gimme the steel
You losing the bet and I'm winning
'Cause I got the will
Verse 2
Will... guts... grit... that's the reason I exist
They was calling me names, discredit my hard work
All it takes is some hard work
You was reading a book, tryna learn how to fly
I was down in the dungeon hitting goblins on sight
Got a ten-foot wand just to miss every shot
Spent four years in school just to get your chain tucked
(Huh, why you lame?)
Look at Ed's panic, he checking the text
'Cause the boy with no credits is running it next
Yeah, your daddy’s a noble? Well, tell him I said:
Your whole heritage couldn't parry my lead
No crest on my chest, no royal bloodline
Just a childhood promise that's frozen in time
You bleed royal blue? Let me stain it with dirt
Turn a high-born mage to a casualty shirt
Got 'em losing composure, they dropping the glass
For the boy with the blade who is moving too fast!
Bringing steel to a storm, it’s a physical clash
Now watch the pinnacle split, I’m the syndicate myth
Got 'em sick in the crypt from the swing of the smith!
Leaving critical rips through your physical script
I’m a mythical threat that they failed to restrict