Gnosis Hyperion - Something for Nothing Lyrics

I said yo this that slow grind
Got to wait to shine until its your time
And when its time I bet they go blind
I'm a f*cking goldmine
Genius
Absurd, abstract and some obscene shit
Rolled up three spliffs
I light and repeat
And please relax, kick back
Pour drinks and kick jacks
Like way back, before I made rap
Now when the pen hit the paper it be looking like stained glass
All I really do is just state facts
And state to state they keep on calling back to replace packs
Like racetracks, I take that
But stay in your lane, know your place
Boy, just stay back
I ain't mad yet
Just tell me where the cash is
Tell me where the stash is
'Cause I know where you crashing
And I know where your mans is
Know that you're average, I'm a savage
I got a backseat full of bandits, and they laughing
All looking for action
Ratchet, how it get
When I'm with my faction, clique
No accident
Head to toe fashion
Your chick is steady grabbing dick
Gripping on where the fabric is
Bet not damage it
Hold up, you don't really get it
Why you talking to me?
And I got way stronger drugs than you could offer to me
And I don't really give a damn if I go off of the beat
Swing at your knees, I don't like nobody taller than me
See, I got to be the best to ever do it
I'm going through it
The motions amusing from potions I've been abusing
And I've been blue and secluded in rooms without any movement
Until the moon hits
Exit with a doob between my two lips
A fetish, I'm a fool, I'm getting too lit
Ingesting all these chemicals and my intestines let me know
Another sip means that I'll be sick
All this f*cking medical
And ya'll still smoking reginald
I'll be the one to tell 'em so

Down with the shits though
In the club, blunts get blown like pistols
Gun smoke when I roll fronto
Pass to your bitch, one hit
And she donzo
Then she let me hit
Bad bitch came and went
I ain't come though
Police is tryna break right through the front door
But they can never catch me
They'll never arrest me
Skipping town, I bet I'm back-
By the end of next week
Keep my mess clean
Stress free, burn the best weed
And never trust things
That seem just to appease you, disease you
Love you, love you
Then they leave you to be you
It all becomes clear, smoke screens you couldn't see through
Signs that you saw, but signs you couldn't read through
Time that was lost, but time is just for people
Mind, it is gone
And go is what I need to do
Nothing to lose, no nothing to lose
The doc said I got some screws loose
I already knew
A couple of brews, a couple of doobs, a couple of shrooms
And I could couple sun with the moon
Thats what it do yo