Gimme space lemme think about it Every single tape I just weave around it They just want the bass and a couple drinks in they face I'mma make sure you ain't leave without it See unclouded We so proud kid We don't ever tell you but we ain't doubt it If you ever leave this place and do yo' thing for the state We gone have yo' back if you feel the crowd shift Every time i ever felt low Music held me down With the shows And the fans man I never felt alone Every time i saw the hands in the sky Never let the chance pass me by I'm all in Never said i wasn't People change n then you hate to love 'em We so focused in on moving forward Looking back seem like a bad discussion I spent so much money on this music Man i coulda bought a future plan But everything so useless if you still unhappy Lately i been feeling hungry Tell em i don't give a damn What people think about the movement I'm too busy crafting They tell me that the early bird gets the worm huh Why you think I'm up before the birds ugh They tell me that the early bird gets the worm huh Why you think I'm up before the birds ugh Raw style like I'm Mugen Regulate the escapade Pages like white walls Ooh I came to decorate View the booth as my getaway Track like an interstate My GPS be the interface As I interlace These messages And wake the beast that slept Between the crevasses Fall into the crease like Dirt do it on the sidewalk Roots deep enough to catch a flow Even if the ground has dried up There's flowers growing through cement on my block Cruising in the taurus thats my mommas whip I don't care about the money it'll come with the accomplishment All these people with me like accomplices All this new shit is evolving my single top it Like a condiment Ay You should call it quits Ay Writing all these albums I'm about it think i need an off day Word is bond Thats some glue My feet don't leave the city til she perfect Thats some gum under my shoe I don't give a fuck how you view me in the booth I'm too busy writing all my words just looking for some truth Still RP til the death of me, wasn't on no gang shit But views get misconstrued we was written on that gang list Only searching for some homies we could hang with Bunch of hooligans we fooling them They couldn't speak the language Who drop A new lot Of true thought on em Who got a new thought Who been following You been swallowing All that medicine It's got you stuck Only thinking bout the present tense Never looking at the evidence Cash my pennies on myself You was throwing pennies in a well You were wishing you were someone else I was thinking of a different avenue for a way to help