[Verse 1]

If i tell you, Sons is Sunday

And Psycho's Monday, then this is Tuesday

Then this is doomsday, and what the judge say

Ain't never fair play, we always guilty

So let my tape play, never airplay

We'd block the airways, use an ashtray

This straight fire, and flames is only getting higher

From the land where sea creatures breathing oxygen

And they spitting fire

I get my pen when my thoughts get on the choo-choo

I'm old mixed with new like 1972 plus 22

And if i ain't big by then, i'll come back when i'm 22

Do not ask me what it do, i didn't change

I grew up too, so if i ain't fit in your shoes

Or copping your jewels, or fuck with your crew-next

I'd still be here, making hella progress

Even small steps, could fuck around

And take me to that apex, do a backdrop

If any nigga, claiming that he up next

I'm reaching out, spreading tentacles over every worthy aspect

1-9-7-2 getting further, i play that magnet

[Hook]

Mayne, i took a took a fifth of henny to the head

Smoking with my nigga, then he said

I see demons, rectangles, circles, and angles

And shapes that, in person, i can't fold

I can't fold, i can't throw, this ammo

Outta tha, tha window, it's too hot, it's too cold

We get high, we get low

The time go, as we grow

If we change, then you know

The time go, as we grow

If we change, then you know

[Verse 2]

I ain't depressed my nigga, i popped a couple pills

And lately i been thinking, should i stress this shit

Or maybe chill, once everybody on your neck

Mayne, that pressure just start to build

And once you snap, you fucked up

They put you in the noose and go for the kill

This shit too real, Ayyy! Or maybe these niggas too fake

They taking shots, and play games like your ass all on 2k

Yayy-Ayyy, i been walking with my, head in the cloud

But my, feet in the ground, i ain't, doing that loud, Ma-mi

I ain't quit yet, i just reset

This a new set, bought a tool-set

Just the two set, it's not a week yet

So fuck a regress, fuck the cheapest

Fuck you reach us? we'd drown you out

You screaming Jesus(Je-sus!)

I'm in a playground full of mood swings

And im hanging on to these new kids

Cause old niggas ain't buying shit

In a play-ground full of mood-swings

And im han-ging on to these new-kids

1-9-7-2 ain't like this shit

[Hook]

Mayne, i took a took a fifth of henny to the head

Smoking with my nigga, then he said

I see demons, rectangles, circles, and angles

And shapes that, in person, i can't fold

I can't fold, i can't throw, this ammo

Outta tha, tha window, it's too hot, it's too cold

We get high, we get low

The time go, as we grow

If we change, then you know

The time go, as we grow

If we change, then you know

[Verse 3]

I don't even fuck with none of you niggas

I don't even rate ya'll niggas

Ya'll niggas ass, ya'll niggas weak, ya'll niggas trash

Straight up

I got niggas that'll freestyle

Better than niggas is rapping songs on tv, nahmsayin?

What the fuck is that, my nigga?

How you get signed, my nigga?

That's bullshit, still real shit

Spark up, tryna take a hit

She say she never smoked, but she rolling weed

And imma pray for you bitch

Get on your knees

I'm only tryna fuck

Nope, i ain't tryna wife

And don't be trusting these hoes they fuck up your life

Word to badass, i know a bitch that put spikeholes in the condom

To form a zy- Nigga swing that shit

I got, 3 beats, and i put em in one

Asking why i rap, Innanetape, track 5, yuh

It's only real that i spit it in a manner so artificial

So when it drop, you feed off knowledge

Parallel, to time travel

See i travel, through your ear

Permanently stuck up in your head

If you bop, that mean you feeling

My job done, and now you fed

See i ain't playing with no niggas

I got most these rappers scared

But my squad'll bury all rappers

Play-acting that they dead, Wassup?