[Verse 1] Ay, tell me what you thinkin' that you know, sinkin' to the snow Drinkin' with the dro, ink is finna flow Speakin' of ink, cause I can scribe rhymes and that's cause I'm the Kingpin of the show, can't link 'em to the pole, but I'm outchea And I'mma do this for my people that ain't about fear Do this till the sun's gone, do this till the clouds clear Cause I'm a crook in the town streets, I'm cookin' the ground beef They shook and they sound's weak, they shouldn't have found me Mixin' the liquor with the skunk plus a lost way Got them kickers in my trunk make your block shake I got a switchblade and it sits up in the front while the cops wait You watch from a locked gate Spend my life wonderin' how there's more to have While I'm chillin' with my fam, they ride in California Ave Been try'na fix the system but it's out of order bad Can't even make a decent livin' without an ounce or more per bag [Chorus - 2X] Maybe you can wake me up, I don't Care anymore, wanna just fly home When I get up on the mic, you know it's rawness Put the pen to paper and tell my flow is flawless [Verse 2] You see I wake up every day and wonder when it's gonna change See the fakers, yet they play but now it's winter come that reigns A hundred thousand in a public housing, let's cut 'em out then Climbin' 'em up the mountain till we kicked out and plummet down for Years, be gettin' to run around, when Is it gonna stop, ?? talents like we duckin' Falcons Breaking Bad like my son was ?Malcolm? I need another Valium but my people want another album So how I'm... gonna do that is beyond me Move back, new jacks, plus you rap like a zombie They say "Who's that? Who's that? That's that dude that's in Jumanji" Calm up on the surface, try'na pursue rap as a quandary It's got me lookin' at these bottles like there ain't enough My brain is stuck, gimme that pallet from my gray life and I'll paint it up Picture perfect in the portrait, frame it up, pain is rough Cause it's that fishscale and you know your cane is cut [Chorus - 2X] Maybe you can wake me up, I don't Care anymore, wanna just fly home When I get up on the mic, you know it's rawness Put the pen to paper and tell my flow is flawless Yeah, it's flawless... But I'm really sick of all this...