Chorus
Hypnotic when i step, smell the chronic on my breath
Gin and tonic in the cup, plus a blunt to the head, I said
Hypnotic when I step, smell the chronic on my breath
Don’t give a fu*k, I'm young
So finger up to the rest
Verse
A product of my environment, on the climb
To find the heights of enlightenment, but sharing the shines of ultraviolet lights
Violent fist fights inside the lions den, my mind decipher the violations
As I sit in silence, and battle the inner me, my shadows my only enemy
Besides the dark energy, supposedly tempting me
They’ll get nothing with contingency when you lack courage
And yes, I'm mal nourished, force feed by foul purists, who don’t know my shine until my ground flourish
What sounds worse is, is that most of yall are yellow belly
You got nothing to tell me
I know I'm no talbi kweli, kwest or no machielvelli
I'm steadily, making my way til I'm breaking the levy
Get heavy like big, I'm a live til I'm fu*kin’ ready
To die so deadly, til then I load up my chevy
And already, getting my heading toward deathrow, so let’s go
Rhyming like I'm 96 esco, with echoes reflectin back and forth from the ghetto like I was retro
Yeah we resurrecting the seventies with everything from drugs to longevity, until the young death of me
Chorus
Hypnotic when i step, smell the chronic on my breath
Gin and tonic in the cup, plus a blunt to the head
I'm hypnotic when I step, smell the chronic on my breath
Don’t give a fu*k, I'm young, so finger up to the rest
Verse 2:
Lost in this hypnosis, everybody knows this hypothesis
Got me feeling monstrous, on top of this town
While you lay on grounds anonymous, I'm dominant
You just an occupant in the wreckage
Expanding my consciousness through psychedelica
Accomplishing all of goals, while I indulge in this hell hole
Trying to revolt myself, and pole vault my sales
To the top of the shelves though
Til then ill sell dro and get bent like elbows
But I'm in the cycle and I'm so close to spinning it
Hoping to be the most viral kid in the syndicate
Ill be the vindicate, you can aim the blame at me
You know I'm innocent, got no red palms
I know my future like I read palms, but I'm dead wrong
Head gone like the horseman, forces out this world
Of course they seem gorgeous, but the portrait is double sided
I know our minds just see fortune, and fame
So open up that third eyelid and you’ll see the whole frame
No restricitons, just listen to your gut instinct
While the pen inks blood sweat and tears until I'm empty
Its tempting to give up, the only thing ill give up
Is a middle finger and a dutch, I don’t give a fu*k
Chorus
Hypnotic when i step, smell the chronic on my breath
Gin and tonic in the cup, plus a blunt to the head, I said
Hypnotic when I step, smell the chronic on my breath
Don’t give a fu*k, I'm young
So finger up to the rest