Can’t trip looking back Make smarter plays Look at you, face flat Look at you, face flat Look at me layed back Back with some boom bap Spitting some great raps Look at you riding waves Industry wave cap Never could save that Game is hella Dirty Need some ajax Industry plant Ima do what you can’t Tryna do good You tryna disease the land How you gon tell your fans To pop xane’s Then take a pic, sign shirts And go shake hands I'm attracted to the old school era Go getters, Mc’s that srtike terror Not rocking these goofies More like actors So far but so close to disaster They should go to Hollywood And shoot movies Cause you look real manly Surrounded by groupies They should go to Hollywood And shoot movies Rezerect boom bap But I'm no EMT Ima MC’ that's NAsty Wit flavor you see Like a chicken in the oven Marinating slowly, oh please Cholo open doors like your car keys Up late cheffin I could give you cookbook With recipes, certified Sure to get the hood shook Flavor is crazy Delivery bu*ter Rush hour Chris Tucker Working harder than others Fresh air feelinh When you listen to cholo Got a hunger Only understand if you were a hobo Love music wit no strings attached Nowadays they on a string like a yo-yo Half as effort only bringing you down You look half as clever Trying to fight for a crown That's rightfully mine Can’t see my brother? You legally blind. or what or what I'm frozen Frozen, like I'm stuck in time I'm frozen Frozen, like I'm stuck in time