It was different and to some degree exciting, fuck you talking bout man Niggas want to Richard Pryor my brain, crack it like a coconut Legalize gains, flipping penny stocks Game done change, but the cream rises to the top (but it's the same) The same mundane indifferent these warning shots My nigga steady killer point me to the track Ain't no filler, each realer, than cardiac Attack and bathe in baselines drums waste lives Aliens, flying saucers, labels aged wine I stayed primed equipped, fully loaded what I grip Sandwiches for the local picnics Skew it on the barbecue yo we live this Off the list scratching winning lotto picks Now, celebrate it made it now to a business Poisonous, bitter to the lips Ominous wish, ecstasy I'll sure regret Better than never, I heard via tourniquet Watching inflation ass kick my assets Amazing yep gas half my last cheque Fight for what now, what cause next? Tax severely, clearly you the real threat Watch the devil heard he dwells within Still many gotta settle with no way to win Whistling, the kettle steam begin Again I trod that path forever rhythm prisoned the prism Bending the light this is life light Work til that casket drop, the compromise In my solitude alone mostly spite Cooking spice soul food I write To the deaf more or a less continue quest Long as my whiz and two kids bless I can't complain, maintain the progress Practice restraint, no one without stress, yes Chill Da God, Lynx, still 196.9