Gloomy and depressed
your mind is a mess
you got a pocket full of drugs
and you sit around stressed
so lets take a ride
in this life of yours
gotta open up your mind
just like a carnivore
Now drop the beat now
and stomp your feet now
we cruising straight up through your mother streets now
and if thou shall not make or see himself an idle
then you better talk to me cause I aint givin up my title
hope i die old and be rich and rock gold n not quit
till someone finds me in a motherfucking ditch
I spit lyrically sick like kush that I get mixed with
packs of zig zags, wraps, and cash stacked fat
I match fat sacks
blazin grass all night
and I make it real clear that
I'm the captain, you're the knight and my
flow is so tight like the ring on my finger
leave an imprint on your head just for steppin on my sneaker
check the speaker
Now drop the beat now
and stomp your feet now
we cruising straight up through your mother streets now
and if thou shall not make or see himself an idle
then you better talk to me cause I aint givin up my title
hope i die old and be rich and rock gold n not quit
till someone finds me in a motherfucking ditch
I spit lyrically sick like kush that I get mixed with
packs of zig zags, wraps, and cash stacked fat.
