I don't even know what's goin' on no more I don't even know what's happenin' man Ain't no answers I'm'a figure some shit out tho, ya heard Yunno Yeah, yeah Just try to get my weight up Try to get all my watches in order Get my safe up Get great I'm 21 years past the 27 club It's like I went back into may past and then I sped it up Robert Johnson, Winehouse, and Morrison found where heaven was Heaven on Earth, this shit is magic with no fairy dust Home of the gully, gangsta, the gruesome, and the scary stuff I told my brother Jung fuck em they gon' go thru hell with us They don't have the history in the streets that compare with us Hood niggas they wanna be us, thugs in the St. Regis Only thing undefeated is time Second is the internet Number three is this rhyme Before security my dog had to sneak in the nine God must be on my side I had to eat and provide My winning streak is divine I told thun leave the street shit behind Don't let em hype you a slow run beats cheatin' the grind Dog I'm tellin' it like it is You gotta deal with the consequence When you run in a nigga's crib nigga you better be ready to sit Dope dealers, street hustlers, pot cases Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it Left 'em speechless Left 'em speechless Pick a down on his luck rapper Bet he broke the arrogance of a crackhead Mad at a weed smoker, or a pill taker Who hate a distilled wine drinker A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger Aiight I get it It's who the lit-est we in competition Ya'll did adversity to death I got a proposition You and your brothers stop plottin' on eachother, plot on millions Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest Spread your bets out, double down on what's working Then you double up Hands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touch Honestly I'm speechless Fly to Greece 20-pointers on the chain I freaked it Lawn chair in the hood, sittin' comfortably I must be insane givin' you bars runnin' companies I'm done with the redundancies Checking on my history, making content for Viacom License music to Tiffany's I come from Dope dealers, street hustlers, pot cases Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it Left 'em speechless (Just like when the judge read the sentence threw your life away in minutes) Left 'em speechless (The bounce back, the greatest feeling when they thought that you was finished) Leave 'em speechless Speechless