Checking temperatures like Grammy when I’m sick

You gon hate me when I’m poor, and hate me when I’m rich

When we walk into this spot the ratio of sticks

To all the people that’s around is high I must admit

All that anger manifest as danger when I’m lit

Sorry bro I’m in survival mode, I reminisced

Brodie hit the Hustle Hall of Fame without a switch

I’m just glad that I could witness him finesse a snitch

Put some pain into the game and then you go legit

I was young when I was in that pain finessing scripts

Everyday was like a film, I think we inna script

Take the film up off your eyes if you don’t feel that shit

In between the things I want and know, I dib and dabble

Do I stay and hold the fort or do I go and travel

Smoking something that’s from Babylon these voices babble

Judging myself kinda harsh, I do not need a gavel

In between the things I want and know, I dib and dabble

Do I stay and hold the fort or do I go and travel

Do I stay and hold the fort or do I go and travel

I don’t know

Yo turn that shit the fuck down bro

I see your hostility from a mile away

What you so hostile for

There’s all these pretty women around

All these bad ass hoes bro

And you worried about me, you worried about the homies like

Damn relax

What you, What you —

What you hiding something bro you DL, huh ?

Like, relax bro

Enjoy the moment bro

It’s all peace bro

**** got they guns here bro

It can get real 2 seconds

But look, let’s get back to the regularly scheduled program and vibe out with yours truly