Can’t stay down make the mood switch

Pen an lay down my new shit

Made em Recognize the movement

They tell lies but the truth hit

Chase this bag that’s my new bitch

Come up from the land that’s ruthless

To ridin a lamb that’s roofless

These **** maxed out

I will not fold take a look at my soul

Dialated pupil red tint window

Carrying loads varying goals

Channeling flows make em say oh

I was in buffalo me n my bros

Flipping the zones getting money wit lo

Graduated a **** came home

Bx west side 174

Remember I, thought like kid in the chi,

Think in my mind like if I grow up

As a young guy ma kept me fly

Never liked that shirt it was really slowbucks

Come up from the dirt branch out leave sum

I done been the worst alright and the best

It really depends who answer the question

I need cash I cannot do paystubs

Wired transactions, write offs on taxes

Professional cus everyday I practice

Finding joy dealing wit madness

You don’t like me your taste trash then

Yea

Taste trash then

Living in the moment I’m impatient for the future and I never really worry bout the past tense

Race against myself on some track shit

You can’t even stop it wit a casket

It’ll keep on growing when that happen

Hope you listen close to the magic

Of connecting and making it happen

Authentic yeah I’m that lit

From rented to getting land shit

Hip hop birthplace rapping

Ima tell this story to masses

Can’t stay down make the mood switch

Pen an lay down my new shit

Make em Recognize the movement

They tell lies but the truth hit

Chase this bag that’s my new bitch

Come up from the land that’s ruthless

To ridin a lamb that’s roofless