doing 80 in my dad's saab on a starry night
grabbing at angels' ankles
looking for a place to fall
i'm spitting raps like you're spitting chips
man i'm spitting for the little guy
but i stayed on my grind until it went away
stay for the others all instead of running off
that's why i smoke a wrapper up until my lungs clog
man it's that boutique flow
my leg goes like the sphinx's nose man
they think they know all about it
you need a bigger dose until you're docile
grey day in the city trying to force a smile
just adventure to the nest of the hornets
man just cause you want it does not mean you're ready for it
i know i'm ready for a heavy wallet
i carry the whole world on my shoulders
flow moses on the brink of escape facing
calm seas like the skin of a snake
all my homies still swinging their blade
know it comes back around like the link of 'a' and
karma's gonna get us in the end like
can't ever be your friend
get the sweat of your lips son
looking up to cooler guys
hope nobody calls my bluff
i am now too old to die young
don't know how it's done like a poltergeist