For life till I get four flats

Ground up covered like floor mats

This grown business I got growing pains

The head grew I got Rogaine

Young Padawan grew from vagabond

Whipped the patty pie to the whips on Autobahn

Fuck a pity party I pity a fool that's partly

Got they heart into some shit where they can't call they posse

Writing a check they ass can't cash

Clearing your cache won't delete your history

That's your ass ****

I pour liquor

They used to look at me like "poor poor ****"

I switched teams to ball out like Porzingis

They poor judgment couldn't see what ooze from the pores

Blood and sweat ****

Cover my ground make sure we do the ground work

These sacred grounds we protect with rounds

Celebrate we toast another round

Don't trip I got this round

Heavy thoughts I carry these around

Superman, Kano on my chest

That **** roam like that hat for that St. Paul peach vest

They see the fruits and they say I'm blessed

Jumping through loops milking what I vest

Dropping this tape around Leo season

If I'm lying I'll take my bereavement

A bar for every BDB on the back of your bitch neck

I aim high protect your neck

Wu-Tang in the deck

UGK and Cube

Diamonds in that wood fed my soul a time or two

Rhyming in the hood that may get you shine or two

Grinding in the hood you might get a shot or two

Stay dangerous

The don dada demeanor doppelgang Don Cheadle

Thowed sewed the shit up now watch me thread the needle

I know the radio won't play this

Man the radio won't play this

I hope the radio gon' play this

Call up the radio they'll play this

I know the DJ ain't gon' play this

Man the DJ ain't gon' play this

I hope the DJ gon' play this

Tell your DJ go and play this

Tell the DJ gon' play this

Tell the DJ go and play this