as i ride around my city on some reconnaissance for a beat
i'm reminded how these streets
got the power in they fists to cuff
and they ain't 'bout to give it up
got your life in they hands and they ain't 'bout to live it up
so next time that you take a puff and next time you up in the club
please remember that bruh
these niggas the originators of the term
even the theme of being strapped up
plus i know it's hard living where we stay at
whatever the next nigga claiming they have
we be in our books like some arabs
with some ducks in the pond
got you wondering why they don't play
especially when i shit and my man's got the runs
and the universe agree with everything that we be speaking
they probably think i work on some bombs
and they fiending for where babies hatching
all these pretty ladies turn a nigga to a greedy whore
i ain't got to choose either or
about who gives a fuck about us
face got 'em looking aquatic
it's all a part of the plot
cleaning communist clocks
now who'd have thought i'd go from
zeppelin tees and raggidy jeans
to being voted most perplexingly clean
the spirit of the ancient kings manifested in me
and compilation with some medical greens
listen to what i'm telling you sleeze
it's all been an adventure since i entered the placentas
mentioned by niggas like they know
but i'm often winning winters
so i'm chilling when i enter like it ain't cold
the scene all around me is perfect
'cause ain't no team all around me
music and bean all around me
when the next time that you close your eyes