[Verse 1]

Grab the keys and the wallet

Iphone out the pocket- tell the cabbie

No cash you try to hustle this wallace

Just an average thursday and I'm looking for some knowledge

And she said she go to mica so I know she probably got it

And I'm bothered by the fact that my song was not playing

On the jukebox at the bar before we left

Cuz' the preppies woulda hate it

And the hipsters would debate

Either way its entertainment and I

Love that shit

I grab a pen for the next verse next work, best work

Look at my network, that's my net worth

Fuck a couple dollars, my people is why I'm in it

We get it and then spend it, I'm bleeding for young english

Face is up in the paper, sippin' upon the makers

I'm going to hit my mark, kick off like dave akers

I know

[Verse 2]

Shades of gray while we figure how to pave the way

Gotta make our own miracle to save the day

We don't PRAY- no GOD- so it can be hard

Pokerface to the sky I'm dealin' my own cards

Go to war with myself- everytime that I write cuz i might

Say too much see it's a constant fight

The subconscious opens up and my notes are all fucked

Walkin on a tight rope and suddenly it gets cut

BUT I KNOW