I spit liquor disdained that wicker the flame
And imma shine until litmus remain, simple and plain
Shit I spit liquor disdained that wicker the flame
And imma shine until litmus remain, simple and plain
Shit
Let me set the scene it was '96
My eyes opened up I've been dying since
Passing signs while I drive
Too focused on the fine print
Message written in white
They wrote it like we blinded
Hit the blunt and seasons changing like when she climb it
Weed is flames I guarantee there isn't a dime left
Free from chains and other obstacles that my mind kept
Just keep me in vein until I digress
Then leave me engraved up on the timex
Yeah I'm easily stained by silence
Still I'm fly, fresh
We on the different planes I'm the pilot
Sink it for the game when she say I'm wet
She gon ride the wave until it's dry land
He's so night and day if he ain't rising
I travel through the beams let the sky mend
Looking down as constellations circle horizons
Bet you still ain't catching moon out before the night end
Look in my closet wonder how much egos you find dead
Well f*ck it imma storm the world
I said f*ck it we gon storm the world