son i woke up in switzerland chillin
used to share a bunk bed with my ma dukes
came up gettin blunted with the dealers
most just do what their told we do what we want to
get your motherfucking hands to the ceiling
goonsll leave you blood red shit aint cartoons
both my middle fingers flipped fuck your feelings
we get to throwing these darts they hit like some harpoons


i pop up like a jack in the box both fingers flipping
guess im vintage i dont talk to the cops feign interest
grenade sit in my palm the pin in my shit eatin grin its
its a cold world but the fire inside of me burns infinite
sun lets get it im all in the messgae estute and raw
carve the tongues from out these serpents the second they move their jaws
been involved in some things that my pen will never disclose
friend or foe these puppets out here singin like seventies soul
cant fuck with em it best that they keep thier distance
see somell just cut you off others have you feedin the fishes
watch your tone i dont care if you trap or you work at dunkies
those tryna come up from nothing aint got not time for the fuck shit
look listen and observe bet they crew roll with the jakes
old school i want the jewels get that fools gold out my face
the twelve next to the shells the bluenotes in the safe
pedal pushed to the floor as i bulldoze through my lane



im unplugged still tapped in busy as billy danze
still a fan of this rap shit shy of that mill in hand
ANIT UP we wont be the ones runnin shit hit the fan
uncle sam got em singin and dancin to build they brand
i aint they type to be swayed as far as the cash concerned
nah im richard russel on a joyride to crash and burn
born live aint slept in a fort nights cats are matress firm
online all day we out here tho ask and learn
they buyin out the bar the moto match the bad gimmick
me im more like that bottle wit some gas and a lit rag in it
pedal pushed to the floor full throttle til my last minute
all that bullshit they gave me i aint give i basked in it
take it in stride like i took a brick to the grill
still rap better than ninety percent of these twits with appeal
hows it feel we built this from nothing this for my people
we in it for so much more man thats word to my brother biko