(Hook)
Verse 1
All I need in my life
Is a pencil and my notepad
Other than that
You can have the world
And its garbage
I'm speaking to the world
But it is retarted
Too damn slow
Like a engine oil out
Tryna get started
I don't consider
Myself a rapper
I'm more like a poet
Who been speaking the truth
But y'all n***as don't even know it
I wake up everyday
Thanking God that I am bless
Cause I can be gone
Put to rest
Waving goodbye
As I'm in white
I know we ain't the best
But be patient
I wanna drive a Luxurious car
Counting money like an Asian
If that's the occasion
Then son let it go
I guess you didn't get the memo
I outta let you know
The front page will soon to say
"Cream and Taew$ the next goats"
Don't try to bite the flow
I know you recording
In the closet
While I'm at Barron's
Making profit
You too busy
Tryna sound like logic
Son Just stop it
You know I speak the facts
North side of Houston
Where I be at
Quitman at where it all went down
Now I'm moved out
Ima be everywhere
Might as well
Hand me down the Crown
(Hook)
Bridge
Count counting money like an
Let me hit the weed
And let my mind drift away (X2)
Verse 2: Taew$
Paper chasin, working hard, im trynna become the greatest
Dreams of taking the crew w me to the top
Driving that m3, drifting, hitting tight corners as im going to the top of that mountain
Hit a bump, flipped that b**h over
Left that piece of sh** there
And went to sum better
Doin bigger things now
Doing show & gettin more recognition
Than that the n***as that take this sh** serious
n***as dissing, but nobody hearing
You wasting your time doing this sh**
I got a bigger vision, clear the way cause theres gonna be a demolition
These n***as careers gonna end in a matter of minutes
Yall n***as better not disrespect
You start sh** w us, we gonna handle that sh** right away
Mayne Let me hit the weed & let my mind drift away