Wobblin' follow me down the yellow brick road Real niggas dual-wield pistols in a mission to divide the wise from individuals who just get old, and just get told they're the shit And then get surprised when they get folded Cold-dead, no voice cuz they got no choice Let me pick apart the brain Movin' in silence so they don't know my name So it gets violent and that's what I slang Thuggery, drudgery, that's what I claim Many G's under me, not from the fame Alot of swag comes from me, it's all part of the game Of life, strife, tight with the bitches Triflent to the niggas, maybe to both Unless they on the same tip Same games and they want the same smoke People wanna say what you should do While they watchin' from the back seat of you doin' pretty well off Meanwhile they livin' hella-hella cheap Efforts of a nigga bitch-made We've been catchin' fades since the 5th grade Yo epitaph made me laugh right when it came It let me know I put the work in Got the lemon squeeze and they thirstin' Hit em in the back & they twerkin' Independent contracts worth ten of em Daily routines- plan em nigga If they lazy, I don't understand em nigga If the bitch is crazy then I might just hit it & quit it & forget it cuz it's a random figure that I might just like a little bit with some nipples I'd like to fiddle with After that I go for their friends & them And they can fight for the right to tug on the dick Like an automobile in manual drive Otherwise known as a stick shift They really wanna get with the guy So they disguise themselves with lipstick It's a plot filled with deception that becomes another one of life's lessons They rock hips for access to your pockets and they want you to respect 'em That's just crude, they would be rude like me if they were in my shoes There's always gonna be temptation There will never not be a test of patience Cuz they wanna ask all these questions Some of em matter, most don't Push it to the next one More than I needed to speak I already spoke (Uh)

From 7 to 7, 100% of the time I do everything that I gotta do to reach the summit or climb my way up. I don't wake up thinkin' about a day other than the one I was blessed with Gotta keep in touch with the ones I trust no less, no guessin Fuck with me like I'm a plot to get you a pot to piss in (nigga) Got a tree from planting seeds that came up missing (uh huh) Sacrifice my time to get my shit in your system (bitch) Sacrifice my pride to turn off your ill intentions (bitch) Made this shit to say fuck your cynicism That's my mission, out here pickin' brains, keepin mine Honing the craft, wondering how long it'll last I'm merely here to shine, listen (listen) Sometimes life hit you with a drizzle (damn) Sometimes the rain comes down & if it doesn't stick around too long is it an issue? Nah bitch. Take a tissue and wipe that shit off (wipe that shit off) And either toss it in the trash, or pass it along You never really know what's in store, or what's ahead Every day is a chance to close the door and start fresh [Fresh, yes, that's how we play it We start new conversations everytime we fuckin' say it, so say it] x3 ... Yes No you vs. me, no me vs. you It's 2 + 2 makes 4 We locked and loaded, unlocking the top of the charts that people adore We findin' new ways to operate properly, divide labor and chores We stoppin' the hate, but make no mistake, we all started from the floor It's 2021 currently learning to be one with the Sun There's other things worth rappin' about other than gang shit with the guns I really wish niggas would hear me, I'm out here with my heart on my sleeve I'm hoping we can all unify by collaborating our greed I lost the battle of bein' a G cuz I just got too much love I'm hoping we can all unify by just throwin' up that dub I'm not a vibe, this ain't a jam, this is one man with a voice I'm on my last leg but I'm standin' out & I'm stayin' fresh by choice

[Ra Dragon] Imagine Robert Baratheon rapping with immaculate passion, standing in his snazziest jacket, a blasphemin' bastard, Gallantly swaggering through your castle smelling like a tavern, emanating dastardly laughter The happiest hazard with crapulous power, rockin' a hat that's tilted so far to the left that it's practically backwards You gasp in a panic- struggling to fathom this bag of shit that you're irrationally enamored with Too steeped in sin to galivant with an evangelist Sand on my lip, I just had to sniff the camel-fist As if it was daffodil and it gets deeper than that if you sit back and sip the chamomile or crack a beer Nothin' but everlasting power, ain't no cowards here So called warriors(worriers) got candid fear for such a cavalier Ain't no iota of Vagisil if you ask whose near Ain't no panties here- it ain't no paps to smear Fuckin' up my karma because I forgot to call my mama back but to be honest I don't wanna Sam's Sorrow in my prana til' I'm a goner I will follow you like Akamaru and Nakamara The cerebral spinal fluid is waning off of just 8 drinks, think I need me a 3 minute nap Put some trees in a wrap, since I be's in the trap With some A & D moisturizing my leaf-village tatt (eh) My money laughin' and my son is handsome (ha) My woman tatted and my other son is handsome I'm such a wonderful grandson even your mama proud of me But suckas gone stay mad at me and that's just how it has to be Bees on me like I smell like plant nectar But I only got some weapons and offensive hand gestures These rounds ain't applause, bitch I'm clappin' at the transgressors Fuck you and yo muthafuckin' ancestors, hoe [Tea] You want me to chill the fuck out baby, but I don't wanna I wanna burn the city down, yeah You told me to chill the fuck out baby, but I don't wanna I wanna burn the city down, yeah [Ra Dragon] I told my nigga hit me with the tempo So I could spit my shit then he can mix the instrumental It's so ridiculous I split the winnings with my kinfolk Don't say 'I'm comin for next' to one of the best, cuz it's an insult I'm lit, forget the pencil The drums swing like Vince during recess The truth is, you suck, you just say you taking deep breathes Let me practice this up-right bass, cuz I ain't fretting nothin' Aim straight, two under 2, I ain't scared of nothin' The gun in the room, ah (ah) Holdin' my son in the booth (ah) Huntin' the truth, hoping that he could see me at 102 (ah) And being in love isn't cool, it's what we accustomed to do (ah) You ain't got nothin' to prove (ah) Who give a fuck what they do? (ah) They bummin' & slummin', they set it, they stuntin', they bluffin' & frontin' on you (ah) It's just an illusion (what?) I don't put trust in a human (what?) No sudden movements (what?) Don't give me another conclusion Don't give me a knuckle contusion I just ain't got nothing to do but I'm in the cut with indica My chin is tucked, I'll slip your punch But if you wiff or bluff your lips will bust You can kiss the ring or kiss the glove (yeh) I lit the blunt, it's big as fuck I gotta hold it like a sippy cup (shucks, look) The bliss abundant, I'm toes down, I'm in a cult Feeling like a power forward on his tippy toes On point (haha) my nipples cold I can't sink, this ain't a kitchen so it's swim or float, or get a boat Cuz niggas got a bridge to mope then niggas get too spiritual I filibust their mental notes, I grin and clutch my genitals The words so moving, it's a kidnap Big facts, your peeps is narrow minded like a synapse (ah) That last dutchie painted pictures, call it Rembrandt I'm pickin' Marshal Law, so you know you gettin' ti-dapped The Dragon unleashed the phallus and he didn't miss Hid the blammer in the closet like a Christmas gift [Tea] [You want me to chill the fuck out baby, but I don't wanna I wanna burn the city down, yeah] x4

Uh, yeah Read the label, check the fact, what you dumpin' on? Who could testify why we march while the son's at home Squeeze the trigger, they'll be the only one listening The truest of the truest keep the vision The fission between nations is stationary knick-knacks Whole lotta followin' behavior you should kick that Bitches with no funds only know where they lips at And all these 'nice guys' wanna know where they bitch at The riff raff only know me as the hooded figure I'm one for fun times and tongue twisters Distinguished in the linguistics, And distant in the sense that I fuck with none Stir it up, pack it up and sell it Live the life, walk the walk, talk but don't tell it Keep shit flowing clean enough they don't smell My foes are ill-equipped like they shootin' pellets How much can one pray, how much can one give Dudes need food, the diet is 'will I live?' Out (of) the 90's the dynasty of Hip-Hop Wanna say you're from the bottom- gotta acknowledge the tip-top It's irresponsible to think of it the other way These days a lot of niggas got shit flip-flopped It's not about how much you got paid but rather It's about how much you got played & after the violence were you the last man standing Holding the last bag that any man can bring You got that fist in the sky, or did Uncle Sam sing Did you meet your demise, or did you manage to sleep Did you manage to survive, give a fuck what they think And after all that time, did you learn a damn thing By the way fuck you We kickin' back in the cut, cold chillin' War time level criminals mixed with civilians In depth to the cultural perspective Numb from gun wounds, emotionally reflective Itchy trigger finger, another term for reflex Watch your back, we in the land of snapped necks Where it's illegal to cash in on a pass for cheap sex While legit businesses wonder what will leak next Anonymous assassins in the alley Spanning from the lower borders up to the Northern factories Summertime is time for the flat-line The Sun goes up and the homicides climb the charts Play it smart or get eaten by the sharks In the scuffed world we're livin' in, you gotta have heart Some born into this shit never make it out sane So long as they can say 'remember the name'

(Yo. Yeah you know what I'm sayin, they think they can be all cool & smooth & shit. They got the nice Rolex on, they chillin. Ain't nothin to worry about right? Ain't nothin to worry about... It's all good... but it ain't all good.) On the wall is a wanted poster, posted up is a villain selling Vicodin next door He's on his cellular phone, he's keeping tabs on the Glad bags in his store Some of his victims face dismemberment, it's routine for he who cleans the bodies Your life flashed before your eyes before he even pulled out the shotty There was a meeting at 10 o'clock, on the dot You gotta be there on time before they shake the spot and cops show up Just a regular experience of how he grew up In the dirt realm, in the moist region, in the blood filled blocks cuz it's damp like that He's always watching his back, nothing could distract him like that Untouchable or so he thinks Cuz every time he blinks his eyes he sees his own demise, real talk He's no longer walkin' the streets, his in his car with his whole fleet Watching what he should have been watching, and doing what he should have kept doing personally Little did he know there was a rat among em and he kept summoning em and telling em things He wasn't even a bad guy, he wanted to be fly and make sure his squad eats He trusted his own too easily which displayed his weakness and led to his defeat One of em was an undercover cop who brought an end to man they would say would never flop He forgot the first lesson he learned- It's your own back that you gotta watch

(Who are you what is that--- *coughs*) Implicative message representing what I'm all about Subtly enough to touch minds in my spare time I'll admit I've got an inner kid contrary to the old man who denies he stole land I cut it up, stack it up and don't have to rush Young lady you a dime a dozen, still I got a crush on you I might not say that if we makin' first impressions But it seems the goal is just to keep people guessing 'Who are you? What is that? How are you seeing through me?' That's the point, you gotta prove you're worth a true me What is a tomato that's been genetically bred? It's the very thing you see today, it wasn't red before Lookin' at the politics will have your head spinning While I'd rather lay in bed & plan my own bread winning I'm up for chicken dinner without the chicken But you'd never know that without sitting and listening [I am the very antithesis I am the very antithesis I am the very antithesis of what you see Public eyes view what they choose to percieve] x2 Let's take a blast from the past that can clear my mind I'm in the backseat driving what is clearly mine Should I go outside? (It's a rainy day!) But what about my friends? (I'm your friend, okay?) (I'm the captain now, and I'm not gonna bother) But if we don't get out much, we won't get any offers (...So?) So... (So?) ...So what (You ever sit and think maybe it was all a waste?) Yeah, I think it's something we can all relate... to... Shit, maybe I'm not so different from the rest of these kids But I'm still an old man getting older by the day! (You'll feel that way if that's what you say) So I'm a young man, seeing as I've got a lot to learn Which I'm not willing to admit publicly (That's pride) (Look within yourself and you will find that it's true, you just don't want people to see that) That's why What they don't know is better off for me, I'm a harder target to reach (That's wise) But it doesn't put me out there, unless I take risks But that's life [I am the very antithesis I am the very antithesis I am the very antithesis of what you see Public eyes view what they choose to percieve] x2

Here I am as I walk alone Through the homeboy's crib also known as the foster home I can handle my business just like the rest Ain't like them other niggas, ice on they chest and shit I got priorities, I hold seniority I'm the big boss man, mothafucka toss cans as the top dog will ya? Maybe I'm a big fish in a big pond Maybe big ponds make the little ponds feel ya Maybe I could go and make you catch feelings Cuz the truth is you don't really know what you dealing with Actually this is factual You can't get back to what it was like before you opened pandoras box You're damn near a politician, you can't go back to slanging rocks 4th wall breakin' 4th wall breakin'll make you have a conversation with yourself Every day of the month, every month of the year Every year of your life, you just waitin' to die Numb to all the outside sources forcing you to choose a different path Dave Chapelle said it's the last bastion of civil discord After that it's just rattitat-tat Look at that, a blast from the past impassioned Ahead of his time when it comes to black activism Niggas of mine in Vegas stand they ground, they already on that tip I look out for my homies, I look out for myself I look out for my family, I keep an eye on my health I can't tell my friends what to do, I can make suggestions It's really up to them to listen, that's just life's lessons And dealing with em's just another way to say you ain't feeling the same way You could feel your soul open up a portal to another realm where you're just like them [4th wall breakin' 4th wall breakin'll make you have a conversation with yourself Every day of the month, every month of the year Every year of your life, you just waitin' to die] x4

[What's the point? You didn't know? We figure shit out, that's how we crack the code And find there is no point, you gotta find one Searching for purpose to find that I am one] x2 [Tea] Yo what's my purpose? What is purpose and is it worth searching for? Smoking gas gives me fuel, sure, but it ain't the surface What's within the open door on the scene? Figuring out some land to purchase Let me see if the dream is worth it I'm honestly done with it all, and got so far with it though The local festival calls, Admittedly got it within to form a click and test the rest of y'all And that's legit, I'm making bigger moves than proving I'm fly enough for your bitch Ulterior motives behind the common face I see Dip & dashing from the scene, and making em too, screw it I do this shit until I die, and if the pie ain't mine Shit, you better recognize Regardless I'm the largest star in my mind But I'm also the biggest target Always on the lurk (yeah) Furthest from the Earth (yeah) Earnest work is a pleasure whatever the perks Purpose is recognizing worth [What's the point? You didn't know? We figure shit out, that's how we crack the code And find there is no point, you gotta find one Searching for purpose to find that I am one] x2 [Ra Dragon] (Yeaow) I'm over here trying to validate my purpose & shit Sometimes it hurts to exist But a curvy mid-drift gives me this urge to get bitches I'm trying to learn to resist But on a bad day the cock gets up as early as hens So I stay nursed with a tit Until I'm nourished & quenched D-cups to hiccups just keep me burped til' I spit I'm Hercules fist submerged beyond my limits Breaching in the sea of salt seein' stars like Copernicus did (ah) Levitate to the firmament and further this bliss Worship the hips, the virgin epidermis is sensitive Make the labia talk to me with a slur and lisp Purring and hissing, I'm afraid I might be hurting the kitten Word to submission, Shirtless & squirming & twitching Immersed in this superb feelin, immersed in the superb feelin Amazing graces make or shake like turbulent winds, then Piades surfaced once I'm purged of my sins, then My hankering switches quicker than Hermes can sprint I started with the girthiest width Now like a fisherman I'm yearning, eager to pull my worm from your lips I'm not concerned so I no longer need your services miss Now with a turnicate twisted I'm finished working the shift It's such a burden I return when it starts hurtin' again Now I'm headed to Hades furnace where I'll burn to crisp What's the point? (Shit) Adjourned and dismissed (eah) [What's the point? You didn't know? We figure shit out, that's how we crack the code And find there is no point, you gotta find one Searching for purpose to find that I am one] x2

Straight out the mothafuckin crevices, the jealousness is stifling The bogeys at 1 o'clock are uncanny Take a picture, get a good glance at it The tendency for me is to shoot it, stab it Grab it, throw it in the ocean if I haven't already You understand me? The neighborhood sounding like some Call of Duty shit You in the dark alleys ways you got the tooley equipped Legit, every day, every night, Where we stay is a fight, but we stand our ground Post-apocalyptic just a part of our existence On par with the resistance that we formed long ago The elders got the wisdom while the youth got precision Insisting who should be lost and never be found We get it how we live, out the mud, do what you gotta do We shooting at your kids that's why the block Got a lot of shoe laces placed high in the wires in the sky No muthafuckas asking how, who, when or why YEH We be really out on the prowl YEH We the folks people say you should look out for YEH We the people you don't want in the crowd YEH In the streets from sun-up to sun-down YEH They act like they gone do something But they don't do nothin YEH, (yeh) yeh-YEH They act like they gone do something But they don't do nothin (don't do nothin) Wake up in the morning, see the Sun rise Get a little glimmer of hope for tomorrow That hope will keep you going for some time Until you remember the sorrow A nightmare that never ends no matter when you sleep We're living it, it's indiscriminate It's often glamorous but more often it's simply bittersweet You wonder why they turned the other cheek But I gotta keep my focus I got a lot to win, but I got to lose And the ability to choose, and that's not to be taken for granted Few survive the hood, even less can understand it Few survive the hood, even less can understand it Fuck an understanding I'm a muthafuckin bandit And I got my seeds planted in the ground, bitch Fuck you mean 'survival', Ima strike you in your vitals And I got no respect for a deceased rival or snitch YEH I'm always watching my back YEH Even when I'm out with my brothers YEH I'm always watching my back YEH I don't trust mothafuckas YEH We be really out on the prowl YEH We the folks people say you should look out for YEH We the people you don't want in the crowd YEH In the streets from sun-up to sun-down YEH They act like they gone do something But they don't do nothin YEH, (yeh) yeh-YEH They act like they gone do something But they don't do nothin (Don't do nothin) YEH They act like they gone do something But they don't do nothin YEH, (yeh) yeh-YEH They act like they gone do something But they don't do nothin

[Crunchy Black] (Don't change up on me, I always tell the hoes that I fuck with right now, 'The way you got me is the way you gonna have to keep me'. If you don't do what you do from the beginning, that gone mean I'ma leave you alone. See I ain't the type of nigga to just get out here and just can't have nothin going on. I take what I want, you know what I'm saying? Don't get me wrong, I go try to get the best way I can but I will take what I want.) [Tea] Take what I want, no field trip slip Niggas dissing and they got no will to flip Them duckets in they back pockets so they blast off like rockets The sparrow- you better watch it Bitches chillin on the gang shit But they ain't really bout that life unless they slang shit Spinnin' rims, listen to my whims, I'm a made man Have you on yo knees in a second, ain't no layman's terms [How you got me is how you gone keep me You keep playin them games and you got me on that cheap shit Fuckin' with them broads and we out here with the crew What the fuck you gone do? We here Out here on some Blues Clues shit] x4 Smokin' good, we got pipes, we don't need woods Swisher wraps are accepted up in any hood Doin' more than we should, more than they said we could Make us rap on the records cuz they Hollywood Listerine clean, I'm up on the map Bitches say that I look mean, what's wrong with that? You know what you getting into, nothing for me falling back Snitches getting stitches is another way to say a fallen-rat Groceries, I buy em and sell em for twice the price Lotion is a luxury lubricant and a spice You take a look at me, I'm nothin' nice Swan dive into misery and a vice (and a vice) [How you got me is how you gone keep me You keep playin them games and you got me on that cheap shit Fuckin' with them broads and we out here with the crew What the fuck you gone do? We here Out here on some Blues Clues shit] x4

(Ugh. Ugh.) Something that’s been on my mind That I ain’t really vibin Is how somebody’s gotta die To have a moment of silence Sometimes I really feel I need to get my life back Stabbed in the back enough times To give the knife back (Ugh) Lookin for trouble is just a young thang Motherfuckas get old and wonder what guns bring Nothin Got a heavy load on my shoulders But ain’t nobody know this Cuz it ain’t ever spoken And it ain’t ever supposed to be I make it look easy Workin from the tip of the top All the way to the bottom not the other way around So there’s nothin below That’s how you really know you’re down And every word that I spoke Is shit that’s really to be found In the pages of my mothafuckin storybook nigga True life Fuck the fantasy bullshit If it makes money It’s romanticized real quick Stupid You losin it, you’re delusional The need to make ends meet Makes you do the cruel shit That’s it It’s nothing special The shells hit the ground Down where the body’s found next And it’s something that’s supposed to get you some respect But it’s more about the paychecks It's more about the paychecks I'm talkin' bout wet dollar bills I got some pens in my pocket And im finna be writing on topics That you would find is a lot to simply digest Flyin above the bullshit I don’t need a wingman Talking about finesse something that the bling can’t Summon for you, cuz you can’t come up on good taste And if you think about it, it's just a slap in the face Whose flossin, whose trippin, whose moving weight Same niggas claiming fake shit moving outta the way Cuz we about to spray, don’t give a fuck about ya chicken strips Same victim different day that’s why they’re chicken shit Welcome to my blocc we dont bust down We bust back, every time they touch down What’s that? Another nigga snoozin and losing And they ain’t pullin much puss cuz the bitches is choosin Ain’t nothing new to the game, another notch in my name Another young generation hopin out with the flames Sippin on heavy downers mixed with some energy drink They don’t yield, they don’t blink, they don’t feel a thang [unintelligible] Fuck!

Yo what's that? You got something to say? I've been bombing on fools, bloods and crips since my hay-day Welcome to the floor realm, it's the path That you gotta take with a little bit of pizzazz And your troop, you workin' 9 to 5 frequent The pretense is I'm a juvenile delinquent YEH You know the hoes can't play me and the foes can't spray me Unless they catch me on the weekends Even then, I got that thang on me Spending about a month on some rent control From So-Cal, I know that slang homie I got more homies round the block than you can name, so Carefully I creep around the block With my glock hot in my hand And I sell the contrabands to your mans in the back alley So he can smoke the good dope, California smoke bitch What you know? Nothing I'm fully erect, always into something Like some pussy, or some lips Double back and bring me back my chips [I'm a goblin in the streets You could never find me even though I'm beating my meat You like my eyes, you think they're pretty Your kids can have em too, with no reciept, uh-uh] x2 (oh my god your eyes are so prettyyy)

(Yeh, yeh) (Once upon a time, once upon a time) (Once upon a time I took the blue line, yeh) x4 (Once upon a- once upon a time, once upon a time) x2 Once upon a time I took the blue line, Travelling on Pico down the 7 Not really once upon a time, more like all my life that's what it felt like until I got my own ride Peep this, you could find me in the back Wacked out from the shit I had to go through Ain't really the type of shit that I could show you Just know it did damage to the brain Literally antique is me which you would know from Me looking like an old man with a cloak on Once again in the back, with one string attached It's that I'm turnt up, so far gone Waking up was a daily ritual Rolling up spliffs for the day to go smoothly Filling up the flask that I always had on me With the Jacky-D, you could ask for a sip if you wish And switch it up, take a bitch to the movie Still take the blue line, you the one choosing I'ma do my thang til' I can make it rain I ain't got nothing to lose I got plenty to gain And every day was the turn up There wasn't any other way for me to learn some And cuz the struggle was real, I had to pay some bills I had to keep my spirits high to earn some So I was [Wakin up (smokin), going to the stop (smokin) On the bus smokin through the top of the window Gettin' off (smokin), going to the spot (smoking) Going home smoking that grass, the indo and I'm sippin my flask] x2 [Wakin up (smokin), going to the stop (smokin) On the bus smokin through the top of the window Gettin' off (smokin), going to the spot (smoking) Going home smoking that grass, the indo] Once upon a time I had the dreadlocks And classrooms felt like another cellblock But it was okay you see, Because occasionally I'd go the other direction Hanging with my niggas whether it was band practice or the skating rink I'm chillin' and it's all good It's like it didn't even matter I was in the wrong hood But sometimes the shit can go down I fucked up one time when I went downtown Wearing nothing but a purple jumpsuit in the wrong place Purp-up from the dirt up, locs on my face Even in my homies own hood muthafuckas act weird It ain't none of my business when they say 'We out here' Cuz I'm not involved, I got a plot to ball And I won't stop til' I got shots to call I'm a cold muthafucka but I'm not your dog I'm solid but life ain't optimal I'm on a journey of my own, I'm not with ya'll I don't need a squad to put me in a mirage Where I'm doing better than I think- that's my job Lemme roll up, lemme smoke up Lemme toke up, everyday I was just [Wakin up (smokin), going to the stop (smokin) On the bus smokin through the top of the window Gettin' off (smokin), going to the spot (smoking) Going home smoking that grass, the indo and I'm sippin my flask] [Wakin up (smokin), going to the stop (smokin) On the bus smokin through the top of the window Gettin' off (smokin), going to the spot (smoking) Going home smoking that grass, the indo] Fast forward some odd number of years And you can see I'm doing better than my peers No longer in the back streets, now I'm in the back streets Dipping, bending corners, I can save that fee That I used to have to shoot to make one trip Now I'm spending that on gas for my own whip Instead of turning up in order to push myself through it Now I do it sometimes if I choose to do it Now I can reminisce, now I will never miss a bill I'm on top of my shit This shit remind of a time I knew this one dude Who said he couldn't go back, and it's true I have become the old head that I used to listen to Now I am just that dude And things will never be the same It makes me laugh, the way things change

[Don't lemme catch you off the grind Keep up, shawty you're losing nothing but your time Don't lemme catch you off the grind Keep up, shawty losing nothing but your time] x8 Certified worldwide, who can tell me what to do? I'm a human being in my genes(jeans) & my shoes Feelin to let loose cruise missles out my window When the wind blows, it's the thing to do (Cuz if you wanna beat that system, you gotta get down with em Carry on fresh and stretch it out if you wanna resist em) Who can identify what I'm all about From an angle of a star-spangled spout? Although it's nonsense to me, I'm out here trying to eat Which is no small feat (Cuz if you wanna beat that system, you gotta get down with em Carry on fresh and stretch it out if you wanna resist em) 'Listen, Ima have to run them pockets' It's something that you hear a lot We ain't got clear skies We ain't got good spots In the parking lot for your whip You gotta earn that shit You gotta get the chocolate chip in your cookie Before you eat it, or leave it [Don't lemme catch you off the grind Keep up, shawty you're losing nothing but your time Don't lemme catch you off the grind Keep up, shawty losing nothing but your time] x8