[Verse 1: Klow]

I said I'm lost in imitation, nigga tired of the faking

Destination 'round the world, a vacation's what we taking

I've been saying, fry up on the beat just like a pan

Finest Muslim bitch with roots, she's tracing to Iran

Open Bands what I'm prayin' for, As-Salamu Alakyum though

Praying for the peace but niggas never seem to make it home

Really wish that I was stoned, probo always on my dome

Playing with my freedom, call my sister of the pay phone

Damn a nigga rantin', see the rednecks out in Canton

And you know a nigga slidin' cause the noose they get to tyin'

And a nigga scared of dying, visions of my momma crying

But I never let it happen, nigga always bout that action aye

What you need what you need for the bands huh?

Palm reader see the vision through my hands, yeah

Good pussy stretch it like a rubber band

Wanna call me Superman but nigga I ain't write to Stan

[Verse 2: A-vert]

Said I see you on the ground with that ass, girl let me come through I don't usually like to ask

No it's really on you, I don't need to smash 'cause baby I got options

Can't be boxed in

I could beat it up like we motherfuckin' boxin'

Know I'm ten toes like, what the fuck my socks in? I mean

What the fuck in my socks? I done bought the barn like chicken pox

And I came from, sleeping on a cot

And I came from, sleeping on a couch

Get my name out yo mouth

Just gone pull up with that bounce

Used to pull up with them ounces, I ain't get allowance til I...

(til I, til I)

Went and brought the pound in now I'm plottin...

Chauffeur and accountant

Heard faith can move a mountain

Give me change like a fountain

[Verse 3: T. Jack]

Focused on my riches

Gave me signs but then i missed it

Wrapped me up like stitches and she jumped inside my britches

Different perspective and angles, it’s a different vision

I can see it clearer but I don’t know what I’m missing

I’m too clean up in the kitchen like I’m washing dishes

I just really want it alI guess I’m too ambitious *uh*

Really crazy it’s familiar faces on my hit list

I’m inside my bag man they wish that they could get this

If you fucking with us put a price up on ya soul (on ya soul)

Beating all the odds, I can’t find a better goal

Tryna break the mold, leave the pieces on the floor

Heard they creeping 'fore we light up, gone and lock the door (gone and lock it)

So much on my mind, tell me what you wanna know

Expiration on my patience, this shit getting old

Take you back a year and I’m so numb that I can’t feel my toes

Just a year later I can’t find my heart like where’d it go