Uh

Yeah

From the top like...

Uh, Young Bogart

Flows are so stark, I could float Noah's ark

No slack, my whole pack go hard

Got drive for them stacks and plus we got heart

Way I'm lunchin', only function: kick my feet up

No naps, I run tracks, no Adidas

No strings on me, couple rappers Cousin Skeeter

I got drive to get that two seater

RETRO gang maintain

Nat Turner, why my chain hang

Won't pack burners just to gain fame

Never wrestled 'caine

Pall bearer to the hearse, I ain't tryna see the undertaker

Bastard since my birth, blaze sour and purp'

Bomb beats in the booth, I'm just bumming at work

If she driving to dinner, I'll come for dessert

Either hop out that shirt, or hike up that skirt

Our ancestors worked for that paper we worth

Slaving, it's amazing

Old folks from the Gold Coast

Overseers slinging whips like polo

From the cotton gin to the go-go

Guess our forty acres ended up 44

Worry 'bout later when you hit the front door

Same worries turn to vapor when you major though

Wings melt when you hit the sun

Things felt when you find someone

That say they with you 'til you fucking done

When your heart cold, you're stone cold

I'm a wreck, but look at Rome, yo

Niggas still love and respect Rome, yo

Bet I'm still in tape decks when I'm gone bro

I'm wired off Columbian should phone home

Need my own zone, somewhere far from home

I need a spouse to bone, I need a car to go

But I'll still be Brick City 'til the day that I croak

For the days that I wrote and wore J's to the store

I'ma make the world glow

Go

Bet I bomb for Mom

Since she the only person living

That don't mind if my digits dollar signs or cents

She say she like the Jeep, I'd think she like the Benz

I think I'd like for all my friends to ride in them