[Verse 1: James Franken]
Chillin' in the studio
Chain smokin' cuz the
Homies are sniffin' lines
sh** it's fine but my
Brains broken, it's strange it can't open
It only makes cents (sense) to me, so now my change growin
Noticed my main ain't need me, but I ain't greedy
So I'mma keep to myself with all them strange greetings
Now I'm all about my name and my range keep me
In the same lane as my lames in the saint peezy
Somethin about the new jam is we all on the grind
I used to be stupid was only on it part of the time
Its hard to get by, when you addicted to the art of a lie
Skippin' the early mornin' wisdom cuz its hard on my eyes
I'm startin' to rise and sh** kid, its gettin easier
Swear it wasn't me that told myself to stop leadin' her
But still I did it and I ain't trippin' I'm lifted
The chronic isn't afflicting my product and how I'm spittin' kid
[Verse 2: ?henom]
We whippin' the highway, all i see's the dome and the crack stacks
The sky line, searchin' the back pack
Hopin' and wishin' that I can find my blunt to split and twist and hit it with the homies
Mississippi roaming doming up swishers but listen closely
Know that Kobe even has his off days, when ball-ing
Down to small papes, f** am I saying dog, my homies all paid
Some of 'em grippin' Glocks, or flippin' the piff in zip locks
Jobs at foot lock
Cuz the earth ain't f**in' dirt without the purp and the guap
Stuck in the jungle
Either you get stole off or you rumble
Similarly you'll be hungry less you pushin a couple bundles
Struggle, stack or you starve
While you in the 'ap or the Paul
I gotta ball so when you need a sack I answer your call
The only challenge I'm money minded tryna balance' my life with my grindin'
And shinin' through rhyme ain't no time for a pint
I gotta find a design for my mind that intwines with the line
In a pattern
Think I'm fine if I'm higher than f**in' Saturn
f** the matter
Stressin' ain't nothin' to me gloomy days
Are just brews away from those cooler days you're seein' up in the movies
I'm two away from limit so touch me I'll get to gooning
Hit up my homies and you bet it gets green crackin' and loonin'
Whatever happened to me rappin' bout b**bies, a**es and coochie
Guess in the hunt for the money
Honeys start yellin out "run it through me"
And the new me, you could say he's sicker with the lyricism
Hear within' 'em spirit that's appearin' when the lyrics hit 'em
I try to be clear I'm winnin'
Cuz in the face off
I break thought
Shoulda been clear to him he's nowhere near my spittin'
My vocal range, from the plains to frickin' stations in space
And with James
We'd probably change the game in a day