[Verse 1: Keenan Natural]
Never thoughts of suicide, I'm too alive
Do or die, working similar just to your suit and tie
Kreative Minds genocide
Do you see the hunger in the belly of the beast?
Me and my team eat, Bon Appétit!
sh**, you don't want that feast
We stack cheese, bread, dinero, f** it! same thing
Whippin' it, Kickin' it with my main squeeze
Know a couple n***as from the hood that let that thing squeeze like...
(gun shot, reload)
[Verse 2: Keenan Natural]
Needing a piece of mind
Needed to peak and shine
Needed to recombine and redesign, a image
I'm really down to go get it, creating art till I'm finished
I'm talking like really in it
I'm speaking, but do you listen?
I'm just vicious with these written compositions
Never quitting till I'm fitting my position
Mind is wicked, twisted, addicted and gifted
I stay committed, I'm fu*kING with it, but you ain't f**ing with it