[Verse 1]
Walkin' with my crew---neck, not talkin' to nobody
Shawty giving me split-sec looks goin' back to her hobby
I be spectatin' - my mental state suburban -
Look up to the trees hearin' birds lightly chirpin'
Life is good, but damn she's a virgin
f** it, and I just pa**ed The Goose and The Firkin
People say I should be workin' cuz it don't look or feel like it
Homeless dude with a dog sidekick prolly a philosopher finding deeper meaning inside the sensory first person RPG
Mind in a higher place as he's mindin' his little space
My view pans and gone is the old worn face, and the tired hound on the ground not making a sound;
As are the streets, my thoughts are loud
Bound to shape me or break me
As I go back to my mind's soliloquy
[Verse 2]
Walkin' down the street;
Socks bundled at my feet
Adidas on a cloud; ain't no pressure on me
Homie from the East side, props as I pa** by
It'd be a lie if I said Shawty gave me digits to dial
But I'm happy like Papi
Going places with a smile
More solo than Han Solo in denial
And the Nile ain't long enough to fit my dreams
Plannin' schemes in my room; so it seems I'm sewing seams
In the brain - electric current I'm the conductor;
Gimme grands of peeps and a symphony, I will not stir
Poised monster is what I am -
Calmly warning the clan
Like light waves on the sand
While I'm freakin' out Japan
Shure your not gonna work hard and make it
Turn back and say "f** work, too much time it's takin'"
I'm on the threshold from going home to going big
These Naismith's couldn't hold the jays I'm gonna hit