Always said if I was put on the spot to spit on a beat
First thing ima do is bring up the streets
The ones you never meet
Rest in peace
And the ones going thro the struggle not tryna settle
f** the police
In the same car as Rodney King
Hoody on like Trayvon
The games on
You see my attitude
I ain't mad at you
Cops in my rear view
I see the helicopters too
I got the chopper too
Lord knows what we about to do
T.I in the pa**enger
Huey in the back
Pac with the bandana
Polishing the mac
In a all black Cadillac
From the bottom of the map
And I'm always on point
When I sleep , I can't relax
I be lost in the music
Tryna find my way back
In fact
I'm trapped in a maze
Alone on the stage
Funny how time flys
When u rhyming
Making beats you wanna give up
But you keep on trying but you
Tired of the cycle
Same sh** different day
How can I get away
& maintain & stay sane
Keep my headphones on
Im in the zone wanna be left alone
& I'm gone