you know i don't pilot this shit
i'm chasin' my dreams and
'cause that's where i'm heading soon as we enter the dock
but this is that song check
to make you feel like you got a mil
as long as she says it while she's giving me brain
i might treat her to froyo
don't call me fucking local
'cause locally i'm turning globally and ima have to plan this snow globe
which is something that you used to
'cause niggas swear they be shakin' it up
i predicted precipitation
but lust? we be chillin' to cut
and if i get deeper you'll find your grim reaper
rappers who only rap about their problems as a wrapper
should quit rapping and we'll wrap up all their problems in a package
i'm a master to the masses
carry the resent of atlas
don't have much of my life so i'm falling back on my talents
tryna wake up in a wonderland
so i'm fucking with alice
and balance has made me callused of you calluses
i'm chasin' my dreams and
and if you lookin' for me
'cause that's where i'm heading soon as we enter the dock
i guess it's safe to say 2012 sucked
and miley cyrus got a haircut
the hypebeasts are likely to quote niggas in paris
but the money for their givenchy skirts came from their parents
and i be shedding more light than thomas edison's dome
i feel my backing and bone
from the sight of new thrones
packed my bags in rhode island
i couldn't go back to boston
i'm sailing the grand line
i'm taking lessons from luffy
i'm stretching to make some profits
i live the life of a samurai
i sit in chairs in studios and start to wonder
and if that conscious shit's played out
fuck it you know the drill
awkward is when an unknown rapper says put your hands up"