Do you know where you're going to Do you like the things that life is showing you
Warning can't be storming warning wait
You await your fate because you bake you Norman
In the street being fake kid that posse
Going to end yyou ass up on that Drake shit like in Degrassi
Play the game before it plays you sir
Will you sir, will be a loser but a little bit looser
Quicker than liquor and finer than wine
I said that
You ain't hear it through the grapevine
It's the messenger I'm better than
I'm not the lesser or equivalent
To manifest the pressure of your heifer man
You're on your own like jerking your dick
So put that shit in manual like you was working a stick
And that's all you get, this the land of the free
Milk and honey is not for the likes of me, it's for whites and
Bees, my drive is Jersey you know it ain't rented
I'm packing a black Mac in the back of a black acc
And that pun is intended
Do you know where you're going to do you like the things that Life is showing you