He's still beating believe it

Really seeking no demons

Breathing on beats my ideas

Chia, smoking on Sheetah

Ashes blow to the wind

Death is a bliss that you don't wanna miss

Get high as a bitch to get closer to it

All the holes that we fit

Every box that's for you

Fill it like a sock in a shoe

Still rock the newest boot

Twist the knot in the loop

So I can shoot at every hoop

I hear the echoes of the loose ties

I seen breaking off

It's a vacant lot

Until you slide and make it pop

Sipping, smoking on a lot

More than a two liter of beer and the reefer

Keef in the speaker

In the Ford, no two-seater

Only affordable beaters

I still got the same sneakers

When I run, can you keep up?

Hurdles, batons, objectives along

The track I chose to be on

But seek what's beyond

The long stretch

Already ahead of the trek

When I dream of what's next

It leave strains on my neck

Damn