[ Featuring La Paz ]
On the track with the swag that Stevie has
Keep em clean, face and hands, be free at last
Gave my way to improvisation
Moving on the keys, this my dissertation
Reading of my leaves, born under a bad sign
Several years of luck stagnated by your own time
Looking at mine, what are you playing?
Focus up kid, time is a wastin'
Reaping this language and reaping what I sow
Own up to the balance that only you can know
I matte black my backhand, serve up the re-trance
Post up, I'm here man
Talking that talk you do
Equate this equation, serving up a quotient
Upping up the dosage, rid of the dirtiness
Sub in the godliness, I'm on a power trip
Tell me what does that make you?
If it's on the down stroke, imma grab it
Left, down, left, down
Ricochet, it's left now
Reach out
You think I'm to going pass it, you're mistaken
Let down, let down
Up again, a restart
Move out
No me saltes, I'm above em
Walking under their ladder, making them tipping over
Greet me with that kindness and not with that bullshit
Coming with that new shit then it's all done, over
Manifest, manifest, making my conquest
Down again, down again, no one else gonna put you there, you do it to yourself
Treat yourself, be yourself
Be the new voice of this generation
Like a cast incantation
Here today, gone again, it's the same time over
Makeshit to paralysis
See em talking to you but you can't say nothing
F*cking with the joyless, make it happen
Food for thought my brodie
SpottieOttie, that's the touchdown of my birthday
Meet me on your worst days, those kind of hurt days
Only waste of time if you let it tick over
Over
If it's on the down the down stroke, imma grab it
Left, down, left, down
Ricochet, its left now
Reach out
You think I'm going to pass it, you're mistaken
Let down, let down
Up again, a restart
Move out
That shit be looking way too wack to me
Give and take, don't ache a pain
It can't f*ck my adversity, see
Watch me now, gets better with time (on chav)
Don't box me in, no borders apply (on chav)
Up comes the boogie and down goes the funk
If you can't match the crunk then it's just not meant to be
This ain't no prototype, gifts of the phenotype
Kick it up to the sky, I don't want your curse to be haunting me
Chants of lame ass f*ckers that can't be as free
Keep a few charms and some of the new shit
Just like the old shit, different in a new fit
Always so elusive, I am the peace kid
You don't get it this routine always be working for me
