Released on 2012

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[Verse P. Blackk]

This is dedicated to my niggas and my nigga'rettes

All my nonbelievers and my haters, do you feel me yet?

Respect it, or reject it return it but say you kept it

I take that to the heart, because I got my heart invested

P. Blackk, no question, trying to gain credentials off instrumentals

And raise your mentals', because I meant to

I only click-clack mechanical pencils

Dig...that, point five, to be exact

Who believed that little nigga putting his city on the map

From the 'C', 'O', and I be so on-time [and on the grind?] for my people

Niggas from the [front-lines?], to the streets...

Know there's from the [grind?] and feeble... minds

I be grinding everyday, and I know timing's everything

I got a lot up on my mind but I know I got to wait

For my time when it comes, I'm going to rhyme on everything

Until I'm out of rhymes, niggas out of sight and out of mind

Well, I'm out my mind... and a nigga down for anything

Except for settling, you know the rest


[Hook]

Riding and rolling, rolling and riding

Homie, drive slow so they can see that brother driving

Driving (driving), driving (driving), driving (driving)


[X2]


[Verse 2]

It's like every dude on the come-up trying to get them props

This shit is life so I don't grind, I just live a lot

Mad flows running through my brain, kush in my veins

In my lane, never change like a nigga homeless I notice


[Novice [rappers] is [chickens] thats boneless?]

Osmosis Jones shit, I'm in this like a phone booth

So true, spit [soul food?]

[That make my soul ooze, on the track

Like they're is a leak in it, but it's whole proof

Cold dude, when I write tight it's fat???]

I'm trying to break bread like white light refract

Nice with raps, uh the whole cypher go so liver

When I go fire off the dome I'm ghost-rider

Got a [dump a magazine at a magazine for a write up

Nowadays remember when I first pick that mike up

So amazed, so much love in my heart

But the world keep it contained

Cause it's rough and it's tough


[But I remain just riding???]]


[Hook x2]


[Verse 3]

I've got dreams of pushing a cream Porsche

Lexus, [Timb-sportin'?]

H-I-L-F

But fuck it my name's worth a framed portrait

Of the Mona Lisa

Nigga consider me with dreams that's going to be too much to grasp

So work I put in too much for class

Nigga fuck it, money got a nigga rugged trying not to [skip the hustle??]

Living on a fucking budget, got me so disgusted

But I be back though, pulling up in the black Ac' though

Dreams of a nigga flourishing mad dough, sporing mad [lough?]

Who hopping out of that casino with cash-flow ??

I'm trying to get back to a cast, tired of being broke

Hoping that chasing all this cash don't make a nigga go before I'm 'sposed to

I told niggas, don't compare me to you old niggas

Unless you talking about an old nigga with gold nigga


[For rolling?]


[Hook x2]