Always said if I was put on the spot to spit on a beat First thing ima do is bring up the streets The ones you never meet Rest in peace And the ones going thro the struggle not tryna settle f** the police In the same car as Rodney King Hoody on like Trayvon The games on You see my attitude I ain't mad at you Cops in my rear view I see the helicopters too I got the chopper too Lord knows what we about to do T.I in the pa**enger Huey in the back Pac with the bandana Polishing the mac In a all black Cadillac From the bottom of the map And I'm always on point When I sleep , I can't relax I be lost in the music Tryna find my way back In fact I'm trapped in a maze Alone on the stage Funny how time flys When u rhyming Making beats you wanna give up But you keep on trying but you Tired of the cycle Same sh** different day How can I get away & maintain & stay sane Keep my headphones on Im in the zone wanna be left alone & I'm gone