My thoughts, dreams, plots, and my schemes
That's whats on my mind when I toss in my sleep
My heart like my pen when I jot and it bleed
My cart full of sin, when I shop it’s a spree
I got some new leads, I'm like "What's the word with you, sir?"
You just moss on a tree, I’m not concerned with you
I leave the curb when I'm crossing the street
I'm watching out for the mark of the beast
The badge on the policeman, black carpenter pants
A half ounce in 'em, another half ounce in my fleece
And on account of this, my n***a, count me out of this
I'm out with the breeze, I'm dodging county, it's a thousand degrees
It's back alley sh**, my n***a
My eyes wide open, I’m sleepy, I’m on a highway
Paul Giamatti, a n***a was sitting sideways
Bubbling a Skully, but travelling through the Tri-state
The trouble pen the gun, hear it clap and it make my mind race
Back and forth
I blaze forth, keep your torch
Got your bosses on my plate, motherf**er
I wasn't born
Mama snatched me out the motherf**ing stork on a Friday
n***a, say that sh** to my face