Verse

Looking at me like you got a superstition, it’s just a lucid vision

See with your eye, and discover the truth is missing, while they say

The proof is written, but I can see the roots are hidden in the plain view

How longs it gunna take you? Blind to the unlikely, it’s a damn shame too

I hoped for success, but I guess, this is a “take two”

Another attempt, no motherfucker’s exempt, when I aim, shoot

Its just

Young lucid, translucent visionary music, why you standing there stupid

The truth is, I'm the best, most fluent, from ducking down Buicks

To running round truant

Despite thosе who act royal, I know without loyal fans

To hold me down in the ground and soil, got me puffing on hashish oil

Trying to lapsе this turmoil, in my life, to try and find a path that won't boil, down

Cuz everybody reaching for the crown

Got they hands up, trying to sneak in with the clouds and the crowds

They arrive with the sound bites, got em all feeling the love

Like they found Christ, yeah it sounds nice

My life in a conch shell, put it to your ear and hear the sound of god swell, I'm out this hell but we landed in roswell, got shells to fil up feelin the air with pot smells

Take me to the tip of it

Omnipotent flow, you didn’t know I was into this?

I'm intricate, the way I move through all these instruments

With my fingertips like it was intimate

You know the sentiment, of me harder than sediment

Let em in the cage my veins running with venomen and rage

But when my pen hits the page, I demonstrate

My skill level, until you feel trebel

Chorus:

On the road to the golden heist

If I told ya once, I told ya twice

Have your head spinning round like a poltergeist, open you eye

Before you start going blind