[Verse 1: Poetik]

Can I be the one to break you off, somethin' fresh, somethin' blessed

Capitative mindset, baby, peep the dialect

I be that ill for the ville, type of Hamofied rapper

Vailima drinkin', every day I'm that rapper

Spit it for your soul, man, I bet that if you hear it

It'll motivate the spirit, feel it burnin' in the lungs

Like I just passed the blunt, uce, I'm straight chillin'

Poet's in the house, came to kick it with the villain

Shout out to yo' town, that's for my town, uce

Spread love, that's the truth, represent the Poly roots

Take it back to the first Wakas', the [?] days

Before the voyage, and the hustlin', the coinage

Just a young skinny trade bone I remember

Duckin' them crooked cops so I'm broke till November

Life is like a can of eleni, it goes fast

You gots to watch yo' back in the ghetto, or that's your ass, mister postman

[Chorus: Poetik]

Man, I been hustlin' all week, now it's time for a drink

I'm here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease

It's all love in the place to be

The crew and me about to kick it

Excuse me if I pass the blaze

Disregard the cold stare, that's my gangsta ways

I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride

Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let's kick it

[Verse 2: Poetik]

Forgive me, Lord, I'm still sinful

Rockin' to this classic King T instrumental

It kicks me off the streets though if only for a day

Pourin' out liquor where my loved ones lay

I got that burden, it's kinda murderous intellect

That's the way we came up, still 'bout it 'till the death

Slow down, what you talkin', player?

Gee, I been rappin' for a minute, still I ain't sold out, so what you sayin', player?

Oh, I ain't got that Insta game on lock

And Facebookin' with the YouTube views and what not

Radio won't even play this shit, I'm too gutter

So I kicked in the door like I peel the motherfucker

I ain't tryna make it in your lane, I'm just reppin'

6-eighty-5 bet you'll never disrespect it

And let's wreck it for the record, let's keep it quite clear

The first rapper reppin' 6-eighty-5 is right here, let's kick it

[Chorus: Poetik]

Man, I been hustlin' all week, now it's time for a drink

I'm here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease

It's all love in the place to be

The crew and me about to kick it

Excuse me if I pass the blaze

Disregard the cold stare, that's my gangsta ways

I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride

Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let's kick it

[Verse 3: Melodownz]

Before the natty dreadlocks I had the comb in my afro

Coconut cream and [?] yeah I'm that broke

Eating afghans on the ave, yo

Sad to them high school hoes I was an asshole

Played 'em like a banjo on a bad day every time that I ran straight

You got a handshake, while I put my syrup on the pancake

I'm that made [?]

Bringing more flavor than my nan's [?]

And that's the one, the bastard son of a, none other

He got a gun you better run, brother

But I be out here, promotin' the peace

Unless you out here, phonin' police

So that's a no-no, we don't really need that

Put your seat back, and I don't want your opinion unless its feedback

I don't need your weed to get me high

From the 8-twenty-8 to the 6-eighty-5, let's kick it

[Chorus: Poetik]

Man, I been hustlin' all week now, it's time for a drink

I'm here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease

It's all love in the place to be

The crew and me about to kick it

Excuse me if I pass the blaze

Disregard the cold stare, that's my gangsta ways

I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride

Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let's kick it