Hook:

Hypnotic when i step, smell the chronic on my breath

Gin and tonic in the cup, plus a blunt to the head

I'm hypnotic when I step, smell the chronic on my breath

Don’t give a fuck, I'm young, so finger up to the rest

To the rest

Verse 1:

A product of my environment, on the climb

To find the heights of enlightenment, but sharing the shines of ultraviolet

Lights

Violent fist fights inside the lions den, but my mind decipher the violations

I sit in silence, and battle thе inner me, my shadows my only enеmy

Besides these dark energies, supposedly tempting me

They’ll get nothing but contingency when you lack courage

And Yes, I'm malnourished

Force feed by foul purists, who don’t know my shine til my ground flourish

What sounds worse is, is that most of yall are yellow belly

With nothing to tell me

I know I'm no Talib Kweli, K.West or no Machiavelli

I'm steadily, making my way til I'm breaking the levy

Get heavy like big, I'm a live til I'm ready to die so deadly

Til then I load up my chevy

And already, getting my heading toward deathrow, so let’s go

Rhyming like I'm 96 esco, with echoes reflectin back and forth from the ghetto just like I was retro

Yeah, we're resurrecting the seventies

With everything from drugs to longevity, until the young death of me

Hook:

Hypnotic when i step, smell the chronic on my breath

Gin and tonic in the cup, plus a blunt to the head

I'm hypnotic when I step, smell the chronic on my breath

Don’t give a fuck, I'm young, so finger up to the rest

Verse 2:

Lost in this hypnosis, everybody knows this hypothesis

Got me feeling monstrous, on top of this town

While you lay on grounds anonymous, I'm dominant

You just an occupant in the wreckage

Expanding my consciousness through psychedelics

Accomplishing all of my goals, while I indulge in this hell hole

Trying to revolt myself, and pole vault my sales

To the top of the shelves though

Til then i'll sell dro and get bent like elbows

But I'm in the cycle and I'm so close to spinning it

Hoping to be the most viral kid in the syndicate

I'll be the vindicate, you can aim the blame at me

Even though I'm innocent, got no red palms

See my my future like I read palms, but I'm dead wrong

Head gone like the horseman, forces out this world

Of course they seem gorgeous, but the portrait is double sided

I know our minds just see fortune, and fame

So open up that third eyelid and you’ll see the whole frame

No restrictions, just listen to your gut instinct

While the pen inks blood sweat and tears until its empty

It's tempting to give up, the only thing i'll give up

Is a middle finger and a dutch I don't give a fuck