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