Released on October 2016

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[XL]

I been trying to find the answers to my life in the Buddha smoke

Word to God my word is born, my loss is not recuperable

I'm from the jungle, instead of birds, police choppers

In place of snakes, jakes to close the case proper

A dim outlook is all that I possess

Cause when the sun sets, become a victim to the tecs

To be honest, the gold got me feelin' depressed

I never stress over petty reactions, just hold my right hand and watch this shit get clapping

You said you got bars? Well, my shit platinum

I flatten the

Birds when they chirp they be leakin' my work

And like a diamond in the dirt, it just defeats the purpose

Uh, they know my worth, when my hearse dips

From my fuckin' birth on the search for absolution

To those who betray me, Judas is executed

As soon as I went green, make sure to cut pollution

Now the only smog I see is coming from a Swisher Sweet

Old girls hear my shit, say they missin' me

Funny how they claim that now, but just a week ago

They were trippin' over kissing me, it ain't no mystery

Now this is known, I'm like Arabians, next to explode

The coldest flows coming out the melting pot

All the time be aware that your chrome will erode

You'll be alone with no intellect to save your soul

(Someone) take control, I'm on a crash course with death, and I ain't paying tolls

In fact, I'm on a long road, and I don't see an end soon

Once the caterpillar pimps you should study my cocoon


[Hook:]

Now I ain't tryna see your doom

I'm just tryna peep your bloom

From the room, to the tomb

Keep in tune with your roots

(2x)