[Verse 1: Laws] See, my mama told me you better finish school You better not play around, you better play by the rules I'm thinking like make up your mind mama ‘Cause Nostradamus told me that the world is mine mama And I'm Latino so it's either rap or crime mama And I ain't into sh**ty food and gang rape So Imma make this rap take the stack cake Give none of it up like a bad date ‘Cause no one wants a son who's in last place And I'm that great, stick a fork in these crab cakes They well done, I'm like Ricky Martin, they like Will Pung When will the real come? I ain't fronting, this is real fun Watching the d**h of an establishment I hold so dear ‘Cause the kings ain't talk to the man in the mirror And they crumble to the ground while the crown in the air Feeling like a ring leader with these clowns in my ears [Hook: Blazed] I been through the struggle and the pain Trying to reach to the top of the game If I could change it all, I wouldn't change a thing I been through the crisis and the rain But there ain't a thing I would change If I could change it all, I wouldn't change a thing [Verse 2: Laws] I'm going for the gold, save the baton Make ‘em disappear with a wave of my wand I don't gotta dance, I ain't say the umm I walk around the stage and it work like a charm I'm about to blow like a baby in norm Cradle in the womb through a patriot's arms, I don't care if you follow This is no place for your type baby, I'm trying to take you beyond Yeah, Hip-Hop needs saving but c'mon, I been preserving since the 80's and on So if I take a little vacation and make a real song Keep your mouth zipped, save me the drawn I'm not depressed, my life and times made me this calm I wish I could say nobody hates me But dick riders seeing how long it'll take me to cum If I lash out, you'll say that I'm as crazy as them I'm so far removed from the kid that was so innocent And I probably wouldn't know him if I bumped into him It's lonely at the middle, what's the top gonna be? Just ‘cause I signed a paper, you do not own me I let you get a piece, you like a silent partner You got something to say but they still ain't find hoffer So get your mind right, I'm Laws, no coppers Leaving the beat wrapped up in gauze, no doctors [Hook] [Verse 3: Laws] Money got my head spinning like a fan blade I'm feeling cheaper than gift cards that Pam made And I was better than your best in my sand phase Whack sh** is cool, acceptance is what I can't take We need balance, we need a board, you need lyrics Ha-ha I need applause, you need me to affect you, I need a cause Besides the broads, my singles sound like money And my B-sides is broad so be kind to Laws ‘Cause if you start bugging, from the beehive we swarm On a world tour from Florida to Hoboken I got these girls ripping off they shirts, no Hogan And ladies, don't think that I've missed you ‘Cause I've forgotten at least ten dimes since you And I won't change so when you think about it Well this is my life, I wouldn't change a thing about it [Hook]