[Verse 1]

Got a Grey Poupon full of Gray Goose

Getting lit early, batches being ransacked

Album full of joints, literally jam packed

Tambourines are shakers

Like garlic and Adobo on a damn track

Living like a hobo on a Amtrak

Nowhere to go except next show bro

Thought he's Joe Blow til they saw Joe Blow blow

Pause

Listen to shorty play the oboe

It's like a rite of passage

Then I write a passage

Kill her with the slow flow

Just an agoraphobe

Who happens to tour the globe

Ain't nothing changed

What? I got a bigger wardrobe?

Still the same guy...

With zero hope in the human race

Yet I still aim high

Why I don't trust nobody?

Everybody is a snake

Since I got my money up

Like I'm checking if it's fake

They don't like you, they like success

Mad phony

Attention's overrated

Man, I miss being lonely

[Verse 2]

Aye yo, we all have different paths

While y'all was going out, partying

I stayed focused on my craft

Did the same thing

Til I was purple in the face and wanted to earl

Ain't think staying in the crib

Would take all around the world

But it wasn't always like that (Nah)

Before coming a something

Your Droog stayed up in the mix doing something

Learned the hard way, it did nothing for me

Hid my intelligence, acting like a dummy

Fuck that!

Got some listeners, started living in a bubble

Real talk, I kinda liked it cause it kept me out of trouble (Word)

Trying to grow a 'stache, shaving off the stubble

Smoking Winstons like Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble

Got the crazy rash from years of toking Blacks

Like Don Lemon and Stacey Dash

Jazz or the wood tip and we had the roach killer for a Backwood clip

This before I looked inwards, you heard?

Was probably still using the N word, word!

Ask how I been through the years, I been good

And we still well, from Stillwell to Inwood

Two Oh Seven