[Verse: Langston Thoreau]

I'm hanging on the side of a building

With a white woman in my hand... (Sportsman)

Knock down fighter pilots like I'm rector

First time you heard me, I'm a freshman

My 'cane is adjacent with lessons, no questions

All patience, the pain when we're tested

Seventh day restin', write for all six

Back up on the bike like I never lost it

I'm talking 'bout flight with a mic and a pen

And dream with a drive kept alive with the win

Again against the wall and a bucket with the crabs

Taught many skills when I grew, dropped a mag

But I got it back when I walked with a chimp like

A pimp when he limped, when I talk with my dick

I never figure out, but I shout it with my mouth

East coast feel but my hustle's down south

Sitting stateside but my mind's out the house

No doubt I'm playin' beans, this is what I'm all about

Dollars make sense, let the rent, get paid

Dream of spaceships but for now its paper planes

Dollars make sense, let the rent, get paid

Dream of spaceships but for now its paper planes