Yea. Man. Next. Iight Back on the beat Been trapping with the street With a rap sheet and a cd in the back of the seat Im listenin to mom talking about me And callin her a b prolly every other week Im the freshest coming out of adolescence My prescence make you feel molested now you mushy like old salad dressing I feel that im getting my flow back Pop in a new track, and call it a throw back Man if I was a drug id prolly be gold crack Hidden in 100's and rolled inside of a gold sack And smoked good like im inside of an old man Have the gat in my hand and your bu*t in a van Now everybody like we kidnapping again And I say no he's wide awake and he's 27 (Intermission) Im road runner but im the gunner And im tired of wakin up way before the sun up Stayin up till 3 wakin up at 5 Looking at the sky walk out and they yell It's Alive! Shuck and jive look alive boy you wanna ride Cause it's implied, these haters silent like distant mimes Cause I got the car and you got the gas We can go anywhere you want to pa** But first let me reminisce my past So I can put some real sh** on this paper through my pen and pad Ok. I dont like writing on a pen and pad Because my handwriting is so f**ing bad So I would rather type this up in computer lab Instead of you saying this look like a kindergarten scribble scrab But this ain't something you wana be grabbing at Im a lion you a rabbit out of the habitat My whole crew red and black and thats a fact Im green and red I look like a bowl of apple jacks