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I was chilling laying back just couldn't get no focus

Late at night I'm in the Stu I just can't get to flowin'

If it's five on yo watch, then that mean that it's time to go

Get my ass to the Stu, get the homies let's record

I just need my forty minutes, just to write a couple verses

And I cannot get enough, up on this track, cause I be working

And the kids they be high as fuck, chillin like a villain

I got greens cooking up, that don't mean there ain't no kitchen

If you ride with the realest, then you know there ain't no snitching

Wasn't born in the trap but now I'm in it soul division

Couple bowls to the top, light a flame but now I'm tripping

If you wanna ride w me, bitch I'm Jordan ain't no Pippen

I got vibes for the homies, if you with it, jump up in it

If my jeans had a couple bones in it I'd be pimping

Used to ride like a gremlin, now I'm seeing premonitions

Of my life in a tussle, with the demons that I'm living with

If I broke a couple bones, just to get a mention

Then my tribe wouldn't fuck with that, made me get to steppin'

I'm a wild motherfucker you can see it in my rhythm

When there's more to my weight, you can see it in my vision

If I knew that it would head this way I would've thrown a fit

Half my brothas in the pen or writing shit, the same event

That mean if I make it big then Imma do this shit for them

If it's me and all my homies verse the world then we legit

If it's me and all my homies verse the world we with the shit

I got vibes like it's nicotine, so baby get yo fix

I know every hating motherfucker wanna see me fail,

You will never play my rapping even if I went to jail,

If my mental in the pen then my rapping is my bail

If my homies never listen I will never get a sale

But it's still fuck twelve, but I will never raise no hell

If another wanna test me I won't finish till the bell

It could be a couple minutes but them hours feel like hell

My own problem with that sentence, I could never speak it well

Way too timid for my image, words weigh more than myself

If I run a couple deals they should pay more for my health

Keep my mental game strong, cause it's way more for my wealth

If another man test me, I'm gon' finish him myself

Got the bars, watch me slide up on this beat, like it's a cell

If my girl Karma hit me I will never kiss and tell

I got love for the streets, because my pyrex still smell

Got them stains on the bowl, cause that dirt was stirring well

Shit would make yo hair sticky like you rub that shit in gel

That's the only time I ever served the people no respect

If my green wasn't perfect, motherfuckers would reject

Fuck you mean you need a return, you just hit me with a check

Now I'm getting with this rapping, never miss me on a track

If my enemies were friends then they would never hit me back

Told my father that I owe him even tho he was a dick

He done helped me through the lowest of myself when I was shit

Now he heading to the top w me and mama, that's the shit

I don't give a fuck if rapping never make me so legit

I'm just wild on a mission, you can see it in my vision

On the way to the top, grateful for that pot to piss in

Threw away my common sense and everybody know that's facts

If my pen was my property, I tell 'em give it back

Keep my promise to myself, I ain't never looking back

If my life were a file, then I'd watch that paper stack