Suns up, I smash on my fitted, top of the morning daps pounds and kisses, new school cool but the tracks sounding vintage living in the fast lane you could crash any minute, it's Incwell, I'm part of a machine, flower child music it started with a dream, couple dollars and some heartbreak, did it the hard way, my life wasn't champagne corks and Chardonnay, I'm on pace I'm Sade smooth, sweet as taboo we can rendezvous, before I fly west on my Kanye cool, we can let the Don P do the what the Don P do, and I can't hear the hate, that's the wrong EQ, when youngins in the zone like they called 3-2, my jeans cuffed, my chucks are real snug, I live for today whether tomorrow still comes, drums on that Ricky Reed, sticky green loud pack from a while back remember me
I Rise to catch a few rays, cause tomorrow it's a new day
They try to push me out but they couldn't budge me, now I'm hungry and looking grungy, still California dreaming where the kush is spongy, money on my mind but the youngins doing fine, my flows like an ode to modern art, vintage nouveau my pen game is Robert Frost hoss, I'm the boss until life calls to pause and I'm Chinua Achebe when things fall apart, the pearl inside this oyster shell, grinding corporate sales, single minded like I don't have a choice to fail, the hell with playoffs I'm reaching for the pennant, I'm bout to go yard and start swinging for the fences, nightmares are violent, every dream is vivid, I go Metta World Peace and start leaping in the benches, and now I'm in it, listen Grandma once told me that powers privilege, so don't be a coward the hours dimming, the vibes getting loud cause finally the crowds in it