[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