[Verse 1]

Hard for me to write

Cuz when you say the shit I say n your moralities be right

Everybody wanna fight, like everybody got a right

But everybody got a life, they on the internet at night, talkin bout, takin mines

N the news perpetuate all the hate in their minds

N got nikkaz in da skies like they muhfuckin flies

I’m like, “The grav-ity gone getcha, nikka”

Aiight lemme just tell y’all a story:

Look up in the sky, past the birds and the planes

N what you see is awesome: maybe where we come from

Cuz we never followed they muthafuckin rules

N never been obsessed with they muthafuckin jewels

N we was on a quest for a muthafuckin muse at night, despite all of the liquor we abuse

When I’m tense I tend to ash the roach and roll a few

But I ain’t have no muthafuckin Dutch

Damn

Cruisin down the street in my own two feet

Wonder what my neighbor doin pointin’ the camera at me

N why he askin for trouble when he be hollerin’ bout peace

I’m just hoping he’s there when these pigs try to take me

But I’m clean, n that’s if you don’t check my pockets I mean

All this green, n I be fiendin’ for a fuckin fatty

But every time you get high you gotta fight the gravity - the graviteeth...nikka

Bendin’ round the block to this old dude’s house

Wonderin’ where he be at, this the only time that he be out

N it was just last week that he was talkin about

“What this life really be bout?” N he was bearin’ a frown

His family don’t come around

N I just shake the thought away n shoot my lil sis a “Hey”

She wonder when I be in town, but I don’t answer right now

Continue stumblin’ down

Was at the store in a minute n told the clerk, “the White Owls”

Now, I’m steady contemplatin’ bout which route to go down

N took the long way back just so I could avoid the clowns, walkin’ round

N took a stumble; head turned to a house, where I remember a murder beyond a reasonable doubt

Where lil Ronnie was shot when he tried to take that flag down

[They] talkin’ bout “self defense” n then they plead “stand your ground”

But lil Ronnie was 13, fixing to be out

King’n without a crown, but the gravity got him now, damn

[Hook]

Fuck a hook

Man, fuck a hook

Fuck a hook

[Verse 2]

Peep, see

I said we on a quest to reunite the tribe

Fuck a fight, we could kick it n pass the peace pipe

N here’s a tip for the fake cats trynna survive: quiet dog bite hard, so quit blowin the phife

You say I’m abstract, I say that ya damn right

N I don’t got many styles, but that’s a damn lie

Try n take me way from mine, well y’all could damn try

Thinkin’ y’all could pull me down but I was too high

I bob n weave wit the beat from side to damn side; I’m like:

Mike Tyson in ‘95; remember when:

I never thought I was gone survive

Then I came back, blunt smokin’ n mics was live

N it was bout time, we took a minute to organize

Sayin’ this so you could see your life through my eyes

We got a million reasons to love, but find the one to despise

Let us flyy, with zero hate, then they couldn’t divide

N I done did everything on my lonesome

Muthafuckin your rhymes, you ain’t even wrote them

I never know dem, me show dem no respect

Cuz if you don’t respect then what do you expect?

Never neglect the culture I was fuckin’ raised on

Thirsty for a hit like they makin’ gravity bongs

But I blow blunts strong, n then I sing songs

From the heart, yeah this the art of what I seen wrong

What I seen wrong...

This the art of what I seen wrong...

Don’t it seem wrong?

Aye you ain’t seen what I seen wrong

What I seen?

What I seen?

What I seen?

The gravity

Fuck a hook