[Verse 1: Cruz]
Show you how we do
Letting hoes get a it
Niggas fake they see through
Flying to set trap b
I try to stay peaceful
But niggas trying to get at me
They plotting out here
Explain how you got there
Know your next move make sure you not there
I plot to make the spot clear
The block is hot you can feel the hot air
We spread the block when the cops blare
Stunting out there they can't believe we not there
Its part of the strategy
Not that life of unreality
This process can bring you down like gravity
Taking over other territoriality
Motherfucker that’s the ny mentality
An illegal
Burning like its legal
That’s when the weed get us
Don’t get paranoid till police check us
Having us breathless
Going in rage we go reckless
Not to mention
You in my dimension
Meet the goons
Where you get eurfed in attack
Put you in your doom
Matter fact put you in your tomb
Pir on you epitaph
Pussy in rest
How more good can it get
I just got laid paid burning the best that’s the best trifect
Getting that purp lavander
I don’t blame these money hungry scavengers
They treating the hood like the b-ball court they shooting they caliber
Fuck shit its whole nother massacre
But fuck that show me my next challenger
Ima get on get on
Set the fueg on fueg on
Till the bread stay on
Like peanut butter
When they see us they mutter
Right in the gutters quick
Split a piff
Pleasure getter shit
Desperate measure inch
Never say never
I never never quit
Dreams still in existence
Blood full of persistence
Riders with ambition
Potential sky limits
Buddah is my assistance
Also up in my system
Never the type to be religious
Till my head went to the heavens for a visit
Still do what they prohibit
Mislay in today’s coexistence
Cause we still practice malicious
Possibly I would of learned more in the old school but that shit is non existence
Maybe I should
[Hook]
Take Your Mind off
Empt Your mouth
To Another Land 4x
[Verse 2: Cruz]
It gets to me
Still i
Clutter in the mind
Try and put all behind
Feel the same way say I I
Done dead them slime
Suspect them spy
I see it in they eye
Fed up with the shit
Flush the toilet
Still getting pissed trying to avoid it
They reaching for the filth that shit get your boy lit
Money talks
Business ain't to toy with
Respect the old timma
Thank god for bill gate progamma
No minda
I debt with my own hard earn dollar
No scholar
High time profilla
Ima
Roll mo l’s
Get mo pills
Pussy to feel
Ride luxraill
And still get to pay them bills
Easily get them snakes off my grills
Living on the edge half mile
They say its crazy how we live
But to us it would be crazy to live another life style
For a mean while
I’ll
Run the whole isle
Let the money pile
Now enemies wanna reconcile
Take the heat out like rick carlisle
Hearts been broken
At a moments notice
Love to stay with my old shit
I jus got into some new shit
Got dolla from two cents
In a new benz
Stop feeling impudence
Jus luck up
From a fuck up
A hard worka sucka
Makes me a hard motha
Fucka sucka
Jus cause im rich
Don’t think I don’t wish
Ask me I want thing to be how it use to be