[Intro:] You n***as scared of monsters (Jets, n***a) This beat right here is a monster Them n***as scared of monsters (Jets, b**h) [Verse 1:] You already know what weed do to my mind, fool Make stars align when I step in the sound booth Rhyme patterns dripping battery acid on the tablet Letters etched in stone resting next to my phone Best I be left alone when I'm resting on my throne Writing that's exciting you, upset cause your girl like it I guess I'm a psychic, I told you that I would do it Credit Spitta for repping New Orleans hard in his music I was cool with Master P when Eddie Griffin was foolish Paid a California girl that was into Karma Sutra Don't believe in Santa Claus, but I believe in monsters They'll beat your head off if I leave you around 'em Stay within your bounds, some of them city n***as clowning I'm just looking down from my private terrace, lounging You just looking down cause I'm steady up climbing So high, I feel the temperature drop in the climate [Hook:] Cause n***as scared of monsters Them n***as scared of monsters This beat right here is a monster [Verse 2:] Sweatpants and Bo Jackson's Listening to Pac's teardrops and closed caskets Story got told that was oh so tragic Every day in the presence the same sh** happens n***a get clapped and retaliation follow Homie k** whoadie, whoadie's homie's gonna k** homie tomorrow Oblivious hood, I ride in my Monte Carlo Pinning my rhymes of happiness, not sorrow So I don't shift from sugar n***as, a pusher That's why when my brother offered me a burner I took it Pray I never have to use it but I keep it baby Cause it seems the cool n***as getting k**ed lately And I'll be damned, never mind, I'll put it behind Delorean doing eighty five, I travel through time That's how I got that old game, leaning on the Azure Mama said nice car, I'm like this old thing? [Hook]