[Verse 1: tobi]

These bastards step on ya neck

I’m tryna keep myself blessed, but when ya stress through the roof your vices never move till ya dead

Tryna keep you stuck on a constant loop and your head, plays games with ya smoke another strain till ya red

I’m tryna keep myself blessed, heed the call live by my breath

Raised by the fire the forges stench

My shirt is stretched and there’s bruises on my legs

I’m tryna thug it to the next

My days counted so I’m smoking by the pound till I’m outеd by the rest

Chug the liquor thе mist thicker in my chest

I seen the lens flash, I seen men crash

Fall in a pit left a stain on the pained glass

Took the knife and made a gash

My life passed when I grabbed the flask

Put it down, honesty been in my raps

I’m trapped, by the construct of the past

Forbid the truth so I puff puff-

And laugh

Used to smile but I’m in denial if my path can grow with the trials

I’m masked, I’ve asked philosophers questions of the mass

So I filled the pen with answers from my pad

I collectivize and keep a track of all you bitches in fact

You can talk shit but I tell you what I don’t lack

Pride and anger my ego bout to collapse

I’ve grown and lingered around fake hoes to tell a fucking trap

A punch from tobi always gives a pack

I’ve come around to smoke fags on the same track

Like it’s sixteen, I smoke to that

[Verse 2: KOLLECTOR TZU]

It took a long time

I’m getting sick of this fickle shit that I riddle with piff

I’m over cliffs getting lit with a spliff

Mind cross might drift

Yo heart froze but ya clock might tick, ya heart stops but the time don’t

I’m shining every single time zone, from the slaves like iPhone

We was coming up in the nation where all my kinds wrong

And that’s the shit to leave ya mind blown

Fourteen stuck in my head

And I can’t let these tricks get treats, I rub palms with this get rich scheme

A read of minds leave ya wrist slit clean

But all is money gotta get this cream

It’s just a custom of rule to get it, got it how a hustler move

The shit cloggin up ya mind you get plucked with a tube

Under the broom the dirt’ll leave you stuck in a room

Before I knew it, I was ridden as I dug in my tomb

Three degrees you 'gon feel it if you fuckin with TZU

I was depressed there was just nothing to do

But now I spit it til nirvana as I fuck up the booth

And I just did it for my momma as she did it for us

My life is mine it’s on the line and I ain’t giving it up

The pride of man it must be swallowed put the shit in a cup

And it’s that stove top morning niggas whipping it up

I’m going xanny, whack niggas don’t wanna pay me back

He couldn’t stand on business, now niggas living handicap

Sucker shit, not a fan of that

Crackers say white is truth but quick to always ban the black

I’ma beast, I’ma dog feel like Luda in ‘01

Rolling out like a fool bit of Buddha in my blunt

Ascending quickly everyday KOLLECTOR moving to the sun

You couldn’t beat us couldn’t shoot us with a gun

We smoke that