Eyes low with the seat back
You can hear me comin from the subs and this loud blunt of green crack
They sleeping on me like a bean bag until I wake em up
Cuz I'm the plug here to hit em with a clean batch
Spittin dirty as a grease trap, nobody believed
Now they hate to see me ballin like I'm Steve Nash
I'm on the climb to where the peaks at, while I chase dreams
And cut ties with those who doubted I'll be reachin that
Drop bars and leave em shell shocked
They don't know what hit em, but they feel it in their spirit so their head bobs
I've gotten to the point where I can smell cops
The homies never question why I'm duckin to the next spot
Staying true is all I'm making time for, livin with an open mind
And bottled up emotions like a wine cork
It's eleven outta ten when I apply force
Surrounded with a small crew of real ones I'll die for
I can feel it my veins taking blood from the brain
To replace it with a rush from the pain
Stumbling I'm drunk in the rain thinkin bout what I hate
All I hear is people saying that I changed
But waking up I don't feel the same
When I look around these bad habits always stare me in the face
And I've gotten so attached that I'm shackled to a chain
They're all strapped with no scope and stay steady with the aim
BANG!
I'll probably die talkin shit
But I'm a hard one to catch speeding off in the whip
Looking mad when they see me collect cash then I dip
To a swing I found hanging from the bottom of a Six
You'll never understand what I've been through
From the first time that I opened up my eyes in a test tube
And after watching people die, it's hard to worry about the simple things in life
I'm pulling crimes when the rents due