White boy with that flow, though
Lost shit for this lifestyle
Paid dues, and they paid too
But I came to, and that light shone
That light shone. We get klinked up
Black Pais. We tipped up
Five deep, like ten cups
That's five for me, and then five for us
And I'm all done with that emo
I found me, like Nemo
I'm Maslov. I'm Pavlov
Can't play me no keynote
No repo that intellect
Lottery's so indirect
They tax the willing. They hack the willing
They smack the willing. I smack them back
X2
Still a party over here mad lighters in the air
And we celebrate the times we didn't have a dime to spare
Small circle no squares but my people are the reason They're my hunger
They're my struggle
Only thing that I believe in
Right back to that work though
Right back to that whiteboard
Right back to that work though
We have hope that we fight for
Right back to that work though
Right back to that whiteboard
Right back to them lab coats
We had...
We saw too much to not share shit
Too much to not ask shit
Too much of that real life
And that real life can get stale quick
My quatrains still [???] though
Four bars like twelve [???]
Do the math, I'll save the cash
Your therapy is my elbow
Damn right I advocate
Greenest greens; regulate
Tax me up and we'll pack you up
The fattest [???] that you've ever seen
You bet me...
