Intro:
"...i'm just saying that sh**'s like everywhere you know what I mean? You look on the corner, you look on TV, you look at movies...you can just see that we, as a nation, are locked...we're in a f**ing rut right now. We're letting outside forces influence our decisions, that's just how we go about our business. You have somebody else tell you what's cool, what's not cool, be self consciousness, be better than what you are, be worse than what you are. You just gotta stand up on your own two, overcome that sh**."- KING
Verse 1:
I been ridin' solo for so long, so call me dolo
Accept me as I are, broken art along with no dough
Destroy this petty paycheck, they should jerk me off instead
Workin' off these trends, (yo son f** yo lens)
These hoes is with they bras off, this lighter to the molotov
co*ktails for my garbage pals, drill the small talk
Into the Rocnation, promise you won't be contemplatin'
On choosin' the f**in' loser with his groove loose, see you who*es later
Warm Coors on the pay phone, at the corner of seven eleven
And seventh heaven
I paged the gods for a lesson in hindsight
Rolling papers on the dashboard puts my mind right
Where the f** it need be, ya'll may be restless
Rest easy get ya foot tappin' as a test yes
Response pattern positive, i'm fluent with these constant hits
Throw ya unos to you-know-who though, and get rewarded with my wit
Hook:
Plans is set in motion while you craft the reputation
Dollas to the top like a Donald Trump nation
The crew that you f** with, the money that you stuntin'
It's shiny at first till it's rustin'. X2
Verse 2:
I've chose my path, sold my wrath
Payed my dues in cash, fed the fools some scraps
Crapped a couple tapes out, lacking the crispy quality
Got a better mic, been busy straight accomplishing
Low cup show nuff', went a couple rounds
Couldn't help it I was on the ground
"God damn it there he go again
Lookin' like an a** with his a** out, blasted, f**in' trash"
Smashin', dashin', we in the store we grabbin'
What the f** we want, what the f** we need: fantastic
I'm a ba*tard in the eyes of my community
You can find that usually i'm rummaging through pantries
Do the equation, ya'll L 7's
Worse than 9/11 times ten and
You repeatin' lines, on and on makin' biggie cry
Rollin' over in his grave, throw your albums in the bat cave
Hook:
Plans is set in motion while you craft the reputation
Dollas to the top like a Donald Trump nation
The crew that you f** with, the money that you stuntin'
It's shiny at first till it's rustin'. X2