Verse 1



I wasn't sleepin I was creepin slidin' hidin'

I would love the girl behind me roll up a fat ?tyme?

thinkin' mentally sinkin

[precousicly] brinkin

two decades n a half

waitin' for the path of mine to follow

the world is hollow yet it's full of crap prepared to gamble

i give you half of [gizm tencil]

what's the come up cried a ton of beers

drunk a ton of beers that's fun at first

but learned in person

fear throughout the years

kept my ears open eyes scoping my block

don't rock the boat if you can't swim

nobody may be there with the [lim] to lend

this is the end, still i can't explain the fact

why the fuck shit gotta be like that?



Verse 2



Know what, I said

hear me clearin' over so so weaved n dreaded

that they need to be bi-headed

why? I'm readily, steadily stimulatin and utilatin

all sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatin'

so i'm-a intimitade them [and them are for the snare]

with the [syfliest] stare

bringin em turbulant terror

n they know this cause they can feel it

he knew it was mines still the sucker tried to steal it

so I had to reveal it , through provin' their eye

am I startin' [chinin] fly

n by just blinkin' my eye

in a flash I flush out the face, layin' low-key

trained eyes locate to focus on the phony

mister sometime-homey, why he act like that

I thought he had my back

I thought he had our backs

but it was him that I should've never trusted

and not atleast till he got his attitude adjusted

I'm out busted for acting all dusted, but bust this

now when i'm out, I see n store out the whole scene

for all types sneakes that scheme

they come into my face, i send them [tightmen] home

when they're sufferin' from the double-agent syndrome



Verse 3



Sometimes this world means everything to me

the inside is lovely to these eyes I see

n sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry

[hollie] off seven of them drops from my eye

those drain out my skin cause i'm pissed from within

I see a situation now n all I do is grin

people think i'm high but I'm mentally travelling

agin' is your times cause life's a ravelling

while i'm stravelling [moors]

up this fuckin mike I hate to be a pilot

crashin' in a flight

people need to know about this thing called life

cause if you see the light then life's allright



Verse 4



I jumps inside the jeep as I embark on my darkness

bopped in my freestyle tapes n started [reminscing] about my

little homie who was raised in Wyoming wanted to be famous

so he came to Californey on the microphony

he was superbad n whatnot

but he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot

he became too fascinated with that gang related flavour

that he modificated rearranged his behaviour

he hooked up quick with the influential slang

gangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbang

braggin' n boastin poststandin' n braggin how we 'posed to be

hangin' with baby gees I was baggin

like why you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon

hopin' they'd hit him in the head

but he steady saggin like he a hog

creepin' through the smog

smokin' on some indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog

like most who come to this West Coast society

tryin' to be because they think it's fly to be a menace

so what a relic way to end this

got rolled up when he was strolling

on a [Sundae upper...]

some niggas never listen they gotta learn their lesson

the hard way i'm guessin' yessin'

BD as I hit the B n make a right on Wesson

pops in my head [beperpiou] question