stay up

find your way back, your mind needs to be relax, on my way up, put dat up witta tack, im stay up, goin through my stack, bossed up witta pack, speak my mind no hacks, if you lack better catch up fast foot heavy on the gas, wen its done car is trashed bashed on the last half of the course of course zippin through like a Porsche like a old style horse, livin life by a code morse, always do the old sports, leavin no corpse, around that old porch, goin back n forth on our tree swing, lackin sorts, we bring a lotta fuckin weed, now we back in course, whippin ass, writing down names, writing down shames, writing down lames, goin through pain, showing you games, this aint a joke dude, i know care to know you im about to poke you, you know i need a cigarette make my nerves calm, while i swerve bombs, when the curve comes, im here like i cursed some, got my pistol just in case the turks come, pistol on my leg sword on my back witta shirt on,