Yo, it's Chris Jones

AGL, Above Ground Level

Reppin' the 203, from CT to VT and

Now, I'm in the 802

Ugh, yo, yo

[Verse 1]

Sometimes I think, but I don't know what to write

You know what it's like, it doesn't even matter if you're flowing precise

Play stereos in the night, in the studio 'til it's light, but

When you choking on a line, there's really nowhere to hide

Most of the time, that's why we rap our souls into the mic

We ride on this road 'til we die, because we've chosen the grind

Or did the grind choose us? Fuck it, I'm rolling the dice

Take you from low to high with the dose I prescribe

Make you grow to the sky, look down at the world, adios, goodbye

Dozing on the flight, open your eyes so I can see hope in your eyes

Blowing the lye, killing it colder than ice, you could get frozen alive

Even the hoes wanna fly, but I tell them to take a hike, 'cuz

Some of them true, but most of them lie and

More than half of them will become a ghost in my mind

If you've got a different sound, the game is a slow enterprise, but

I'mma get it, east coast, that's right

[Hook]

Forget fitting in, I like standing out

Take the right-side-up, turn it upside down

Yeah, I know that life is a trip and

So, I'm holding the mic with a tight grip

[Verse 2]

Staring at my notepad, the past flashes, throwbacks

I rap 'til it goes bad, get mad that I wrote that

I grab the page, rip it out, crumble it up

Throw it away, hit the doubt, continue mumbling stuff

Get up, pace around my room in a circle, smoking purple

French inhaling, I get to trailing off, blowing herbal

Now, I'm feeling it, facing a calling card, can I deal with it?

Sealing it, went from concealing this to revealing it

I'm killing it, sick as a dog, I'll be the illest

I'm as real as it gets, Lincoln Logs, my Bob the Builder shit

Remake the frame of the game, 'cuz I'm a realist in a

Fake world, admitting I'm a bit of an idealist

I'm minding my own, people are pathetic

Deceitful and decrepit, feeble and neglected, I can see the wretched

Complete rejection, but misery loves company

This is a journey to higher ground, so come with me