Yeah (Yeah, niggas will never tell you about this one) Right, right, right, right Yeah, catch a fire, get lifted I should call this weed Keith Sweat Because it keeps getting twisted (Right) Inhale the smoke then I become my own best friend This is not a session, this is mental enrichment, self-inflicted Down right mystic, disconnected and distant Got tired of living amongst virtual rich kids (For real) Pray for the world and everything in it (Yeah) From a bank safe to a block chain But still can't buy time with those coins that you encrypted For instance, it can end in an instant Technology is advancing, I doubt the human race is Fighting for survival like that movie Jaden Smith's in Finger print scanners (Yeah), face recognition (Yeah) Ironically, I am just an android living (Right) I'm still getting paid just to write these lyrics After matric, you Twitter haters need to browse LinkedIn Yeah, put your nose in my business for so long You should've inhaled some eucalyptus The bars kicked in to whoever is listening This is the part on the song where I get a bit explicit, nigga Fuck, shit, ass, bitch, trip plus weed Only reason why they discuss me is the pressure And you know it just don't feel like Hip Hop If I don't get a lil' ignorant Revenge Club Records forever