[Verse 1]

(sigh)

Nothing like a lady napping

It changes your apparatus, her lips still filled with passion

Morning after she worried about the traffic

And putting her clothes on a site I never take for granted

Granted

After this music we’ll conquer fashion

OD on luggage, By Dedicated in Paris

I cherish, every moment in life than I inherit

My vision on the beat like I’m tarot card reading

Alarm screeching, filled w/ booty gun clapping

That’s why my engineer prefer skating over this rapping

Now even trappers do

That’s why I ain’t mad you

Rolling down the avenue

Like I’m in driver school

Pulling up, lift the trunk time to grab my baller shoes

Funny how before you ball your mind playing tricks on you

Then when you ball not a problem in peripheral

Baller high, feel the vibe nothing like these intervals

At the bench, I’m just waiting on next

Got my mind thinking near some youngin’s in a set

Tatts flowing see them all around his chest

Looking at the younger heads wanting to be the older heads

See it in their eyes they’re just trying to get through

Cuz retail Sunday through ain’t really paying dues

Look them in his eyes should I ask ‘em about school?

Or talk about building a skill for revenue

Sh-- you don’t look for trouble still trouble finds you

In my mind I reply` that four five ain’t you

But who am I to say so, when they're out for Peso’s

He put his burner back in his bag gave me dap and rolled out

[Verse 2]

That was summer though…

Winter seems around the corner so I’m bound to slip up

And put more secrets in my pen, cuz I don’t do no fillers

Tip us where the engineers are with the lowest bidders

And love music so much they forget to bill us…

But with the loyalty among us bet we'll remember

Show up somewhere just to talk and catch up with ya…

But pay for everything you would think a shrink, visits

When I was young, I had no team, just them shrink visits

Then I threw them rap records on to cling to them

Then I was touched by Neo-Soul my heart would bleed with them

Then you couldn't catch me without some beats with him

Battle rap anybody from the streets near him

Undefeated, then lost the feeling, but Dropz got us now

Shh.. is getting real this more than just how a rapper sound

When ¡Mayday! retire who gon’ hold us down?

I'm just feeling like I'm in my prime, yeah

[Verse 3]

That was winter though…

Spring in the city, avoiding all the clingy

February feelings rolling over from the Winter

Women call me Mickey, That was in December

Rather see her then forget her, but texts I never send her

Technology will never help me cope

Guess this coming from a very old soul

Ma'at told me king reap what you sow

I rather tell the truth in person than see it glow