Feel like I been waiting forever, let's celebrate

Feeling great, started back in seventh grade

Hella late to class with no pass in detention I penned raps

In my notepad and I never changed

On my grind everyday

Mary Jane on my brain to be sane I'm a strange dude

You could hate but I'm glad that I ain't you

When you see me break through tell them boys make room

I take shrooms 'til I escape womb and I can feel space move

Heart synched to the bass boom

Unghhh

Black Babe Ruth back to The Bay soon

And I stay smooth

I remain on my Griz with a view of the city with a spliff

While I'm handling my biz can't refuse it

And I'm oozing this music, your new shit is sewage water

Body fluid, not amused bitch, I'm cooler than a Otter Pop (dripping)

Mazel Tov to my Jews, nigga all of yall

Start a Soul Train

In my own lane

Cap with that Coke and that's word to my code name

And I do it for The Bay and that won't change

We some Raiders and Rebels wrecking the home base

Raising hell when we away call it road rage, roll tape

I can't control fate but I hold faith in a tight grip

Yeah, I got my head up in the clouds and I like it

Future so bright I probably blind my psychic

Man I'm so high I can't find my eyelids

Make your girl wanna be my side kick

If I didn't rap I'd probably be a pirate or a pilot

Either way I'm still The Captain

I pop a couple pills so a nigga never crashing

But I'm still chilling on my back in Alaska, what's happening?

Bad habits

And Black Magic

All I got in my raggedy backpack

It's strapped tight and I'm walking fast

When I cross the street when the red hand's flashing

Unfashionably late like it's my party

But it is and I'm lit nigga I'm sorry

I'm the first black king of Narnia and all we really do is farm greens

And ya girl looking at me like a warm breeze

And I stiff arm, cause she smell like sardines

Eughh

What you doing nigga

Type of nigga probably spend his whole check on some True Religions

And this nigga got some J's on

When's the last time you saw this nigga play ball?

Huh?

Man that's why I make songs

Had to wait long but it really paid off

Right back where I wanna be

I popped a red pill now I'm living in the dream

Man I think I know who killed the Kennedys

The same one who killed the King in Tennessee

I think they wanna tie a anchor around my leg and put me in the middle of the sea

Yeah we getting deep

I'ma be what I wanna be, nigga who are you?

Call me Willy Wonk cause my stock going through the roof

Unghh