given the time living and cruising and coasting the line im riding the swine back in the vine living like I be high on the climb in da vagine now I be doing it right on the dime bright by design no fallin behind pitching and calling on mine when I be all switchin and ballin on wine dimes drop like a time clock won't be a second there where I think mine stop like im the one whose growin on line crop do anything to make and show up on a fine shop back on that dollar drop building up a thick block shooting like hip shot from a quick glock open up a slick shop to tell all you mothefuckers that this shit is real hot and what's not deal hunting style stuntin running out out and in a while will be nothin mental depravities deepening with the cavities darker than any evening like im the fictional character from any books or any pages written or directed by Stephen king what does he sing ha haha k just kiddin, I don't think im serous good ridden that kinda kinda state of mind I should always think to keep it slightly hidden so we always be shifting the lanes continuously sifting the grains and countlessly mis fitting our aims looking like a dipshit in chains without his brains constantly struggling with da bills from the land he claims brand his pains intellectual journey into the vile storms of misery and stains against the grain and life is still always swayin the same comin like you be all hollowing on dat running you like you be on following a cat