Verse 1:

Livin' life like minute by minute

Strong arm cynic

I pop eyes sans that spinach

Forearms big no tats bout business

Feelin' grown when I sip a glass of that Glenfiddich

Pronounce it right like an announcer might

Avoid missteps like a fuckin' towson fight

Cuz those cops like to lock you up and lose keys

Cipher in the cell police like who's he

I am- a lot less than what I strive for

Life stalled- but I got a lot to ride for

I know what truthfully holds the key

To my drive but my ride is rolling on e

And I don't feel a need to even fill my tank up

Life lookin bleek but I still say thank ya'

Cuz' all we got now is that fuckin' moment

Can't wait for great and you will not blow this

We live-

Chorus:

One day to the next day

No light living life in an arcade

Stop playing those games save that change

What you need a joystick for you are Pac Mayne

- runnin' circles, jumpin' hurdles

Playin' what you live but the real milk curdles

And that shit stinks, so stop drinkin' it

Can't you feel the lumps come on homey think a bit

Verse 2:

And I ain't with the frontin'

I'm tip-top hip-hop and I'm on to something

Tip of the chapeux to all those who know

What's really good with the music

In the veins it flows

And for me, it's more cuz' when it rains it snows

Overcast like a cloudy day is my prose

Like the weatherman couldn't predict this

Vernacular spectacular peep that diction

--- yeah so just peep that scripture

No bible, but I will, seek that wisdom

Humbled by real life, fumblin' to feel right

Gettin' hammered till I'm buried like a fuckin' steel spike

Weak reference, but keep guessin'

Next time around no room for any questions

No press conference and no interviews

Keep my head above water sans boat or inner tube like

We live-

Chorus:

Verse 3:

Top- ON, I don't have a convert

I got a car that works and that's my word

Point a to b I might converse

Shoelace express your best is still my worst

I'm not caked up, at least not yet

But I plan on baking better than the top chef

Cuz' I'll beat the best, no teacher's pet

I leven dough like a yeast infect

No massengill needed I couldn't never be douchey

Omnipresent everywhere stan tucci

Touché, parlez vous mon genre-

Hip-hop is good, live, breath it eat it all day

Eat, pray, love fuck it I'mma stay good

Put my people on a little like che would

But no marxist still shop at target

My revolution's quiet not silent like your farts is

Chorus: