Whenever i hop off the bus instrumentals play,
instruments and bass, lead with increments and take,
my music video to an upbringing ,i got the best clothes
and never suck singing,
address kids, and flash with my chain, impress the bitch
and the back of my brain,
saying no way, you can do that stuff, praying that i can school this bunch,
battle two at lunch, feeling is like a blunt, but real things are
getting by this month,
bills pile up ,still miles tough, to get my intentions riled up,
suspension file put, mention my own soot,
that made me burn what wood, have
stepped to me teachers, become referees, preacher to some refugee,
jailed in my own mentally, trapped capabilities,
take mics willing ease,
gucci girls want to be sought from me, just believe dreams,
slovenly deemed,
for real but right now
i can remain this appeal, think concealed of this life
i wish for dough rocks and chain, hoes stop and remain
for not just a gain, for the simple emotional pain
notions will stay, for any loc with an eighth, or a boat full of caine,
stimulated by a disconnection participated narcoleptic
in this daydream of sophisticated contravention