It's the land of you want it, I got it

Place where they throw diamonds in the trash because no one will find em

Picture me roaming the streets in hopes that a label come sign a G, then a Tahoe pull up so slow wanting smoke like refineries

Man it's crabs in a bucket

Soon as you look like you could make it out man, they grabbing and tugging all on yo ankles

I then watched plenty **** go to the league, but risk it all to be gangsta

Nowadays they just sit and look at they jerseys on hangers

I laugh in the face of a nonbeliever

Grew up a screw up deep in the land of the finders keepers

Look at what came from the mud

Chose to keep rising above

Blood on the soles of they shoes but that's not designer sneakers

Look at me right in my eyes, tell me you see a disguise

**** be calling me beaver, guess cause they leave it to I

**** that's asking for features might as well hand me a cleaver

Mickey the man at logistics, I could just send them to Jesus

If he asking for it, hit him up and let him know I got a package for him

Sometimes I need me a breather and I step back for a moment

Nonetheless I'm a elitist and they just keep average Joe-ing

Is he for real

Is he for play

He from the Trill, that mean PA

If you support then you'll replay

If you support then you'll report and tell them folk up at the top Mickey Woods Jr. on the way

Is he for real

Is he for play

He from the Trill, that mean PA

If you support then you'll replay

If you support then you'll report and tell them folk up at the top Mickey Woods Jr. on the way

Look, I pray my soul to keep

It was a eye for a eye

Happiness flooded the streets

That was from nine until five

Saying he out of his mind

Reason he slower to speak

We getting popular while the land belongs to the meek

Just give a mountain to climb

He keep defying the odds

Many was down for the ride

Can't keep they eyes on the road

Can't keep a fly off the shit

Always somewhere in the mix

Gave you a piece of my mind

That's just as real as it gets

Gave you a piece of my mind, that's just as real as it get

When your squad full of gods everybody feeling lit

When you trying to beat the odds and then find out he a bitch

Find out where his mama stay and get some restitution

Stomp him out just like it's Dance Dance Revolution

Now BeSomethn be the brand and it's a movement

Never tell them what you planned man, keep them clueless

Keep them clueless

You can't trust them like a pool stick, I brought my own shit

Why we haven't talked ages, get off my phone bitch

Caught these **** stealing steez you could swear I loaned it

Hustle like I'm Vietnamese, I be trying to own shit

Hustle like I'm Black and Mild **** on my wood tip

And they girl love the way a young **** wood grip

I pray my soul to keep

It was a eye for a eye

Happiness flooded the streets

That was from nine until five

Saying he out of his mind

Reason he slower to speak

We getting popular while the land belongs to the meek

Just give a mountain to climb

He keep defying the odds

Many was down for the ride

Can't keep they eyes on the road

Can't keep a fly off the shit

Always somewhere in the mix

Gave you a piece of my mind

That's just as real as it gets

Gave you a piece of my mind, that's just as real as it get

Okay if it's in demand then you best believe I got it

I come from the land where it's stones all in they pockets

Mickey Mickey set a trend and they cannot wait to jock it

Mickey set a trend and they cannot wait to jock it

I miss I miss a loose end and they cannot wait to spot it

That's why I be in the wind, ain't no hating on my island

It be pimping in my logic and no fiction in my written here beholds a spitting prophet, yeah