Watch me do my thing get Lost into my scene yeah Hot like New Orleans in Cosby crew and jeans yeah They're not awakened, stare a lot and vacant Living in conditions of the modern matrix Only bare arms when I'm proper naked Only point I made with a bullet was on paper Ain't here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house Till your hype from the groove on account of the bounce And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch Status never mattered ever act however Like Christine Aguilera just let yourself go Mad at Pressure, an endeavour that is better left Pristine track and record to let you all know That we would be Kings even homeless Building these kingdoms our own just Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles Till they're gathering they no longer matter like a black hole And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Imma step up every chance when I rumble They'll all call me champ of the jungle, it's fitting Imma get drunk and dance like your uncle Till I'm all hands like your uncle, I'm kidding The venomous inventor when I enter then it's over When I'm spitting venom I'm as generous as Oprah You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar Me? Drunk in the back of a rental car Pat Benatar brah, love's a battlefield Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as matador When I'm dressed like Theo's dad In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap I won't beat around the bush like a seventies porn I'll make you wish that you'd never been born and it's all good And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Take a ride on the wild side of this alley We can fire up the night like Prince Harry Fuck the high life we can vibe like We got white lines hanging from behind like we're just married I'll turn the art form in a blood sport And make pea soup outta of a pea brain They wanna run these streets like parkour? I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train Like a steam train Like a steam train Like a steam train I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Shout out Mika, my bro Brr, mm Uh All them cold nights sitting in the trap Stacking for the spinner with the flikky on my lap Had to whip it with the mag to turn the whips to Digi Dash Got me flying OT and rags, just so I can flip a pack Young niggas living fast Gassed 'cah they did the dash White when I flick my ash Do a mazzaleen to bring my nigga back All them cold nights in the trap Why you think I'm in a mask? I've been to hell and back Seen hella cats, pushed hella crack Jack me? never that, I bet I'd make the semi slap, boom But if I jacked you darg then you won't get it back Need big whips now Teddy where the hemmies at Run up in spots like show me where the reddies at I'm going Trevor mad, black suit, Men in Black, I need a half a mil stat Looking like I push crack, like, Mike I'm a dad Five years from now, trap's loose, remember that Middle of December goin' mad, tryna fill a bag Remember being stuck on tag, remember doing push-ups in a dutty pad Always been money, mad, I've been jail two times for the love of bands I see them niggas getting gassed off a couple grand I've got some other plans, stack it up in rubber bands I do the milly rock on any block, nigga and the money dance So shout out my hitters in Spain and my killers in France I got drillers in the yard and I got hitters in the dam Know we tapped in with hitters when we land Only lions and gorillas in the gang, I got a milly in the plan But for now I'm putting Whitney in the pan Been a minute since I visited the fam But I'm really getting busy with the vision and the plan For all them long days in my cell, can't you see I've been to hell Must have been the karma for the things I sell Mee-Mee-Mee-Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell, flippin' hell Free my niggas off the prison shell They're either trapping or robbing, but I just wish them well I seen them olders throw their dreams down the wishing well If you're hitting fiends on my block, then don't miss a sale Lost a couple homies, made me wanna hit the rails When Deezy died the block lost it So when them blockers lost Migs I could relate it's real shit Gotta make it out quick, show 'em how we live I need labels and cribs that's why I'm saving up quids It's got me blazing up spliffs with no cig' Could live fast and you can go quick Probably got to lose your homie just to notice, crazy how the time goes quick And when I'm on my grind I make the line go sick The amount of times I made a white, oh flip Had me out in Brinsford for my white, oh shit Pull up on your bitch and make her bag the whole brick Like, when I'm OT darg, I gotta stay focused Couple kitties ran off with some pennies, so we don't tick End up burning gaffs down, leaving them homeless Cah I'm round fiends with no teeth and bare smokers, semi-autos and revolvers Never show fear but show respect to my olders Can't stop, won't stop Grinding 'til the phone's off Tryna break a whole box Can't rest, won't rest Grinding 'til the phone's dead Tryna break a whole keg Came a long way from Heath court and all that Real niggas take that shit to the grave with 'em, can't steal my shine like Fabian

This whole world's in a rush to be living plush, but never rich enough Till that mirrors such a stranger we asking is it us? Losing your vision, make one stupid decision You've become the newest victim of the human condition It's a crying shame; honestly it's a survival game While we die in vein making somebody rich Like we scared of taking that step Every days just another that escaped us if we don't make an affect Back seat revolutionaries ain't lions at heart Even the slightest of sparks can light up the dark And everybody want a piece of the action Like peace and relaxing became a niche for the deceased and the lacking Success, pleasures of the flesh and beheld Treasures and endless excess in which we measure ourselves I've faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans Hope they understand how grateful I am We do it right here, right now With my peers, my house And fight here till the day we're gone and rest in white clouds Life here, life out If I'm a die here with my doubts Then as night nears we're gonna do it till they turn the lights out We do it right here, right now With my peers, my house And fight here till the day we're gone and rest in white clouds Life here, life out If I'm a die here with my doubts Then as night nears we're gonna do it till they turn the lights out And it starts with us, seeking an everlasting rush Pharmaceutical market drugs, liquor or grass and dust Murder, lust, self-worth, hurt and trust Burden us like a curse till we return to dust Keeping us on like we're marching to the beat of a gong Freedom is from our own hearts and those we leave them upon Lingering on through the words that we sing in our songs Even a strong foundation we could blink and it's gone So we carve out our marks and master our own path In a castle of glass our heart where our homes are Wars in our vein, that's why we walk in the rain Of course if the name burns brighter it was forged in the flame And you'll never get a break until your dead or make fifty And a pension ain't a pay you resonate with me? I've faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans I hope they understand how grateful I am We do it right here, right now With my peers, my house And fight here till the day we're gone and rest in white clouds Life here, life out If I'm a die here with my doubts Then as night nears we're gonna do it till they turn the lights out We do it right here, right now With my peers, my house And fight here till the day we're gone and rest in white clouds Life here, life out If I'm a die here with my doubts Then as night nears we're gonna do it till they turn the lights out We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go no We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go no We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go no We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go no