They know I'm back on track with this one
Asthma attack that be the smoke in the lungs
A million dollars on the table be the aftermath of what I've done
I'm already chillin' in this bitch, but I'm bout to roll me up another one
I ain't hearin' shit you sayin'
All y'all niggas out here talkin', but y'all really playin
I just focus in on what I'm doin'
That's how you kill the battleground and turn it to a ruin
This rap music be the game that I'm pursuin'
Every other track I elevate,
You see the pen improving
This Rilla regime, you gotta see the movement
At first it's stagnant, then you slowly start movin
Setbacks comin',
But you gotta keep it movin'
The pain buildin' character and then it makes you stronger
Wake up and smell the aroma,
I got the sage burnin
Sometimes you gotta be patient
And know it's worth the wait
You gotta learn from all mistakes
And capitalize on it
Don't wait for nobody else to come and say it
You gotta take the first step
And build the foundation
Find a way to create the separation
If life a bitch, I got my hand up her skirt
Ima get what I'm worth before I'm leavin' this earth
But I still gotta find a purpose first
I know my soul is an extension of a deeper dimension
I'm lookin' at this gun sittin' in my lap
Thinkin' how it's gon' need an extension
The clip growin' as the money gettin' longer
The blunt burnin' as my mind gettin' faded
Half the shit I say is probably jaded
Based off experiences that I been through
I gotta live and improve and this the burden of my proof
We them kids who came up off of 90th and university
They made sure we learned a trade or we went to universities
Respect what you from,
Cause you a product of it
You gotta learn to love it,
Or you gon' perish within
Those be the codes to this game that we livin' in
So what, I missed a couple nights out with the homies
And some parties too
I was lockin' in, nigga
Sometimes you gotta do what you need to do
So you can do what you wanna do
And that be the main difference between me and you
We are not the same, nigga
I don't even know why you think we are
This last one I gotta reach deep for it I'm on the run like I'm Forrest
I've been pennin' all these records, I'm like, f*ck a chorus
I'ma empty out the crate and hit the game with a force
If they wasn't f*ckin' with me, now the look on their face is remorse
It's all good, I'ma let the game run its course
I been the same since I hopped off my mama's porch
When it's all said and done, I'ma need a Benz or a Porsche
But I smoke it out the ounce as we breezin' through the city
And I got my niggas rollin' with me
They steady askin' me bout some release dates
Don't you know when God comin' that you sit back and patiently wait
And when I drop, bitch, it's time to elevate
Run this back on repeat, smoke a blunt, it's time to meditate
Yeah, you know it's Rilla, nigga
I been lockin' in while I'm smokin' on some killa