[Verse 1: Scudi]

Head spinning and I'm feeling loosey-goosey

Woozy off a doobie whenever pen touches the loose leaf

And I need two melatonin and the grey goose to induce sleep

Finished fighting with Lucy, life's been feeling like a movie

Lately shit's been going almost a little bit too smoothly

Every moment's filled with beauty, dawg, I feel this shit profusely

To kick me off my pedestal, you gon need the legs of Bruce Lee

That's the stipulation, my trophy's never for participation

What's the situation?

Broke my inclination to instant gratification

The constant pontification has got me feeling impatient

Got used to being the despondent, but lately I'm incomplacent

Q-Tip said the ego make you feel stronger when people hate you

Difference 'tween our mistakes is I wear them all on my sleeves

You'll never see a facade when conversating with me

[Verse 2: P-Tree]

Feet on my board, I'm living life with a night

I keep a high on deck in case I try too hard and I don't like the outcome

I'm fearing the wreck, I'm missing your face

No one calls me obsessed, but that don't stop me from feeling that way

Tearing smoking jays, Navy blue showed me a new way to think

After Kendrick showed me that there's no need to hate it

His music is still written in good ink, even if he's racist

'Cause he had learned from old faces

Hard to mold break, but those that shape us

Can teach soulful plays and ways to cope

Look out for the scope adjacent

Don't drown in complaints, but there's a better place to go

So don't be complacent either

Confident, learned from my teachers

Everybody unconcerned, watching from the bleacers

Even when I'm egregious

Nobody's gleeful or even greets us

Eventually, they'll wanna peep though when my crop is wreaking

I've been thinking from the top of my day

'Cause when I get home, a bowl can't stopped from getting flamed

Obnoxious is my brain from the constant reminders

Of mistakes getting played, wish I could hop from my mind

But it got my everything in it, obviously

But impossible to see that's how I got my dreams keeping me stocked

It's the lock to my key, think i'm ever gonna stop?

Only along with breathing, this early I'm just teething

But not rusty either, not leaving

Professor of dark feelings turning to plotted seedlings

You think you can do what I do? I think I'm cooler than you

I knew I lot about making moves before I ever had to

And it was never really hot to leave your dude

In the coldest part of his path, but that's the past now screw it

Under the bridge where I threw it, along with all the fluid in the basin

Healing my wounds from these old faces