Released on October 11, 2013

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[Intro]

Uh

"E", double-"L", "I", dollar sign

The world's yours and mine [x2]

"E", double "L", "I", dollar sign

The world's yours and mine

Yo


[Verse 1: Ellis]

What you know about UFO's, greys, and reptilians

So is your mind confined to your project building

I'm plotting on millions, the politicin' with Sicilians about billions

That be more boy brilliant

They say "Brother Blu Raye, stay focused"

Surrounded by fake niggas, bluffin’ bitches, and chain-smokers

I remember feeling hopeless, me and Legin rollin' roses

Now the CIA follow a nigga on Twitter

Sending me DM's, like "Nigga, we gon' kill ya"

Your illest rhymes are some shit I wouldn't remember

I done said shit so cold it make Jack Frost shiver

Drivin' heat in the winter, mentality of a winner

Brother, we ain't the same, son, our DNA's different. You see police

I see the beast with the Hood between his teeth

Love my nephews and my niece, wish 'em nothin' but peace

School 'em to the hate this country keeps for 'em, then

Teach them how to squeeze on 'em, and breeze on 'em

They convicted my man his co-D's cop please on 'em

Stan Green, do your thing


[Hook: Stan Green]

I can't believe it sometimes

The way I see it, my mind is on repeat on the grind

I never slow up

Through the bleakest of times

I keep my feet on the line

Cause people creepin' on mine

You never know what--

Could be behind the scenes

Niggas be lyin' and schemin'

And they eye my green

I keep the toaster

It's not about what's legal, but

About my people

If you doubt the eagle

Hey


[Verse 2: Ellis]

After 25 years, ‘seemed that I arrived here

All these trials and tribulations turned me ‘to a wild kid

I never thought I’d amount to the man you see today

Attracting women with charm, who might I meet today?

I tried to enjoy every advantage handed to me

But my fear of success inflicts much damage to me

A veteran with this music

You could can it, rookie

Perfection is how I do it; it’s uncanny, truly

Just imagine how many people didn’t believe

Niggas I thought I was cool with think I’ll never succeed

I sit in the back of they brain, ‘cause they smile at my face

And only call me if it benefits them in a way

I should’ve listened when Kenny told me: distance myself

And make a decision to envision equivalent wealth

And by far, this is the realest shit I ever wrote

When it’s from the hardest, it’s not hard to think of better quotes

It’s fluid as rivers, I know I see brighter days

Drunk drivin’, try not to crash like the tidal wave

But if I slow down at the stop-sign and give other niggas a chance, will I maintain the right-of-way?

I would hope so, ‘cause most of them disposable

Only rapping about guns, hoes, and clothes; know the truth:

Another one to keep your ears open

Evil genius, beard strokin’

Yeah


[Hook: Stan Green]

I can't believe it sometimes

The way I see it, my mind is on repeat on the grind

I never slow up

Through the bleakest of times

I keep my feet on the line

Cause people creepin' on mine

You never know what--

Could be behind the scenes

Niggas be lyin' and schemin'

And they eye my green

I keep the toaster

It's not about what's legal, but

About my people

If you doubt the eagle

Hey


[Verse 3: Ellis]

Did Obama go to Haiti, did he speak on Oscar Grant?

You know, the boy out in Oakland; the pigs shot him in his back

He was handcuffed at that, on his stomach face-flat

You don’t believe me? Go to Youtube to see this shit is fact

Truth is truth, what I am to the booth

Is like Black Thought to The Roots: the heart and soul

Feelin’ like Joe Scott, my life is golden

My weed is a hybrid—two strands interwoven

It’ll leave you frozen; me? It just get me open

Niagara Falls flowin’; it’s been like that since the start

Know I asked your boy to spit so he could sail off in that ark

The education of Ellis, the life and times of your dude

Pro’ly hard as a blind man solvin’ a Rubik’s cube

Billy D. smooth, just don’t get it confused

Just don’t get it confused

Stan Green, do your thing


[Hook: Stan Green]

I can't believe it sometimes

The way I see it, my mind is on repeat on the grind

I never slow up

Through the bleakest of times

I keep my feet on the line

Cause people creepin' on mine

You never know what--

Could be behind the scenes

Niggas be lyin' and schemin'

And they eye my green

I keep the toaster

It's not about what's legal, but

About my people

If you doubt the eagle

Hey

It's not about what's legal, but

About my people

If you doubt the Eagle

Hey

It's not about what's legal, but

About my people

Hey