[Verse 1]
All My peeps know that peaks keeps the peace, he don’t keep a piece
He just peeks in these peak streets peaceably
He ain’t even reaching his peak, still it’s peak for these
Allegedly ready semi-competitors that seek to beef
When I speak the heat I’m showing you the meaning of fire
I’ll take you higher, with a bud I get wiser, no cider
_So let me cypher with my ego: I’m lonely on my steelo
Reaching meanings I can’t see when I don’t blow the weed smoke
Fuck acceptance, I’d rather get access
To maths steps allowing me to pause and equate
I’m seeking success, so I suck sess, until I’m drugless
Dip it in the ink and bring my thoughts into space
I’ve got discrepancies to settle with heralds above the my head though
_I’ve been a rebel against the senate from get go
_They want my penance but I ain’t settled correct so
I’m working on my etiquette, set to get me my checks rolled
[Hook]
When I speak to my girl, -all I get is stress
When I speak to myself, -all I get is mess
When I speak to my money all I’m getting is depressed
But when I speak to my weed, all I’m getting is a rest
When I speak to my girl, -all I get is stress
When I speak to myself, -all I get is mess
When I speak to my money all I’m getting is depressed
When I speak to my weed, brother this is what she says
[Bridge]
Smoke, read, and understand
They aren't doing anything original, your idols
When you want answers, ask them to yourself, and you will find them there
But when you wanna hear that real shit, come to us
[Verse 2]
Around the area the only fiscal policy is robbery
No comfort zones, people find their solace in me
‘Cos working honestly for free doesn’t appeal to the working class
Learning fast how to sell product is worth a pass
So instead of A Levels, everybody breaks pebbles
Looking up to fake role models, thinking they’re hard
And from a young age, the mentality, is to get rich quick
And flip bricks, instead of trynna study a craft
So while the teachers try and fail to encourage the youths
There’s only so much a grown up can back up with proof
Without another gangbanger making shit more confused
And painting pictures of despair, adding to the illusion
All these monetary needs cause hypocrisy and greed
To point where your honesty is obvious as weak
Whether you chose not to see, or you actually can’t
There’s no denying Zion once you walk the London city streets
I spoke to the lords. (inhale)
And discovered an anomaly offered me the utensils
Credentials, obtainable simply with pen and pencils, now
_ I’ve got Cerberus bowing down to my law
_While this pro’s flipping prose on Profound’s produckle
The foes know my poetry’s subtle, My flows scuffle
For me, Cutting the wire to their absurd lies
-Young Ghandi showed you the meaning of third eye