[Verse 1]: Uh, 9 to 5 I'm in here I been brag, unhappy been enough I can say this, I am sad/Like in the chronicle to the rival, Michael Jordan poster and the Black and Red idol/Describe with my own fools, I fly like a typhoon, I smooth with it k**ing the flow, you letting go/The truth can let you told, I grab but you can hold, when a car can drive away you making it move low/Even though you can't control so far so let it roll, uncontrol to the peeps so act like you don't know/And the kitchen table need to be decorated, half kid half amazing my flow was underrated/Is like um first half to the part yet know I can start, can't see nothing the shadows will be cover the dark/Through the art to the scene for the pocket things, wear gold chain around my neck, when you get hot, you usual be tired and break a sweat/Double barrel, you be looking like the King Tut from the pharaohs, in the history of to call followers you know I was a guardian, pulling chips for 5 different ways and make it harder than/Life after d**h your life was very harder and keep your loyalty like a ignorant mind/Like poetry was high till I fly like a guy, I'm the freshmatic n***a and the number 1 was fly/Till all of this is wasn't matter, so it better become, so I can listen to the ba** so I can hear from the drums/I go dumb for having this sh** is wasn't royalty, too bad is so damn personal for a loyalty is was