[Intro]
Yeah I know I got my issues
Why you think I fucking flow?
I'ma keep on smoking til I can't hit another note
But until then
[Verse: MOOSE]
I be high as fuck
I’m way above the influence
First I kill the beat now they waiting on my sentences
Gave it out for free now they paying up by listening
Half an ounce of trees now my waking up is interesting
First I gave em T.H.I.E.F. now I’m waking up they senses and
They sensing we ascending
We ain't dropping til we fucking finish this
We ain't stopping til we hit a couple million kids
Million fans, million dollars, million bitches tryna holla
And a million people that be throwing two’s up
Haters from my high school I don’t care if they all knew us
IC3 got it tatted on my shoulder
Killa Cali Nevada exactly where my home was
Fuck if we ain’t blown up
My mama knows I’ve grown up
I’m focused, she knows that I be toking
So fuck it I be rolling, even when I’m stoned
It keep my tempo going
Even metro know and they still let me go
[Chorus]
I don't care about nobody else
Cause I been on these streets for too long, too long, too long
Honey I've been on this too long
Getting faded too long, while we on this rolling stone
Take another hit, kill another serotonin
Yeah I know I got my issues
Why you think I fucking flow?
I'ma keep on smoking til I can't hit another note
But until then
[Bridge]
This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
End like Leviathan, it's deep, well let me try again
Well let me try again
Well let me try again
End like Leviathan, it's deep, well let me try again
[Verse: Viberoc]
Pass that bottle back
Little bit of heem to fill my flask
Hit the lab
Murk another beat in a two seed running full speed on blast
This is what it be like
When track like never meant to green light
Hit em with a mean right
Living in a world when the shit get tough
Roll a blunt, me and MOOSE finna take a flight
We're giving up what they want
Supply and demand and that shit that bump
That rhythm and bass slapping outta their trunks
We're getting it high, not giving a fuck like
Go ahead and apply that pressure
We're coming with nothing but skills
And leaving victorious when they test us
Throwing the west up
Swing at the sound of the bell like down goes Frazier
Rhythm inducing the flow til the moment we blow
Start getting that paper
Inhaling the vapors
Elevating our souls right over the ozone
Demolishing all of these haters whenever they try to step into our dojo
Leaving these stones rolled
We hop in a four door
Get right into tour mode
Kill every show when we land on stage throw a 2 up live for the homegrown
This is what it sounds like when it pounds right
Focus in the camera homie, document my whole life
My whole life