Released on September 27, 2011

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[Verse 1]

If it's one thing I've learned that I've written down on paper

It's never leave some weed on the table with a stranger

Shit, I could barely even trust my friends

Maybe with my lady, not trees of the mends

I mean really why even should I try and test it socially

Catch em in the act and end up having to approach 'em

Entertain the story while it's testing on my patience

Why the fuck you think I spent this money on surveillance?

While I'm on the other side of Earth without assistance

Hitching in the night saying Evi goes the distance

At home the same shit is going on, I don't miss it

It's a nice place to live, but I wouldn't wanna visit

Never stepping out the car or on the stage without a purpose

Ghost-ride the whip like I'm ghost writing verses

Afraid to come and go so I take fame in little doses

Director of these photos so the aim remains focused

Hold still right there, hold still


[Refrain]


[Verse 2]

I ain't holier than thou or trying to even act superior

Half the shit I rap about I'm speaking from experience

I'm living at the beach, about as west as the Earth goes

People get deceived, seeing gangsters dressed in surf clothes

LeMerk where they birthing those flows to set the world off

On a wet park bench drinking OJ and Smirnof

I seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it

Never tell it how it wasn't not only pen that murder

I been touring constantly

So there's wear and tear value

That merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel

Document this madness till the day I come unraveled

And retreat to the matterhorn, basking in the castle

On some Dennis Leary Asshole, fuck you pay me shit

I've come too far to get jacked and you can weight of it

So right about now I think it's 'bout that time

That I'mma let Rev' kill while I chill on the rhyme

What the fuck


[Refrain]


[Verse 3]

I ain't speaking on my businesses in public when concerning deals

Stepping on stage like it's light bulbs or turning wheels

In spite a couple nights of a thousand I didn't kill

I still kept it peeling out and stepping up for Reverend Real

Messages across the board are still remaining pinned up

The opposite of dilated eyes that I begin with

Nothing is original

Even under cloudy days sun is still shining

Just rerouted and out of phase

Lately when I walk I've been trying to hold my posture straight

Hold my chin up they feel the love from across the way

California love from Diego to across the Bay

All across the map to every single solitary state

All across the baggage claim

All across the gate

Some calling it freight how I'm carrying weight

Some calling it fate while some others remain torn

Some calling it rain cause that's when I brainstorm


[Refrain]