Rolling down the street in my six four

I never had a six four, a kid can wish though

I snap the wishbone and grabbed a fistful

Chilling with a dope beat and some weed, is all i wish for

I’m feeling blissful, I got a misses

My ginger always down to ride no matter what the mission

I’m singing this song, got a couple albums out

We do alright, but it ain’t really shit to write home about

Like to feed the fish bowl keep my stories mystical

I like my beats boom bap and rap to be lyrical

I’m feeling cynical, craving a little ritual

Save my place in line while I try to find a miracle

I keep looking and looking and looking but never find nothing

We been lied to thinking there’s surprise under

Super secret lies mother fucker sneak inside

Going dark now believe me when I say the shit is do or die

Digging through the trenches, trying to stay offensive

Trespassing here like this land looks expensive

Ain’t no time like the present trying to stake a claim

Just make sure your claim stays away from all these other claims

We’re almost kinda running out of land here

Living in the day of the dead and it’s damn weird

Same teams y'all we just trying to get a bite to eat

A little rest saved up waiting for my time to sleep

Head down middle fingers up yo I’m wide awake

Never hesitate to stay about a hundred miles away

Sever time and space while I wrecking ball the place

I expect you all to play running marathons today

When the sick get sicker and the rich get richer

It might be about time to rearrange our dinner

Fix the system the shit is all nixed

Waking up early, gonna suck today’s dick!