[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]