[Verse 1]

We came up in them hoods like we at rallies with the Klan

Had the Bali in a baggie with the backwoods in they hand

I ain’t smoke, but most niggas gladly smacked within a van

Californication formulate the trap to get a band

This ain’t no orchestra it’s more so a symphony of the synonyms

Where like-minded niggas tried to rise above conditioning

My coalition fishing for position with the rods

Mount Olympus, we was kicking out them shitty little Gods

Ain’t no pity in my city either with us or you not

I envision sipping Guinness while I’m sitting on my yacht

Y’all are pigeons that I piss on yall done pissed me off a lot

Them pistons pumping in my enginе got Scottie Pippen on lock

Jordan rules, Jordan еra corrosion inside the settlement

Corroborate with niggas who operate for they betterment

Populate us with trophies like Popovic, I’m forever lit

Spurring right to the action, no lacking inside my temperament

Tempered glass

You niggas crack whenever pressure get applied

My depression decompressed itself I'm pressed to be alive

The sudden urgency in question is reflection of my mind

I see perfection in my front, I see rejection right behind

My perception been aligned

So I would be never be subjected to my fear

I hit eject and disconnected from my peers

If you sent a text, I’m sorry 'cause the message ain't appear

I done blocked out all the negative that stepped into my year

And cut off 3/4 of you motherfuckers most y’all was distractions

A walking lick you thought I was, I couldn’t let it happen

The seeds I sow with grow into Sequoias in my yard

So my grandsons kids will finally have some shade

To rest they backs in