time to open up the sky
closing time has come
climbing the totem
just dispite
hocus pocus
minds that jump
cowards mad froggy when it's 5 on1
tryna knock me outta the race
but I'm a chosen one
I didn't ask for this curse
to ease
another one mind w my hardtimes
takes a lotta pain to gain wisdom
if ya fall down gotta pick it back up
when ya get scuffed
gotta walk it out
you ain't gonna get any tougher
down there on the ground
ya gotta pick yo butt back up!
brush the dust off
and get that slack up!
toe to toe with it
gotta keep juking and diving
when a foe run up on ya
let him feel them hands bust
nevertheless you keep knocking
till the big man answers
never really was real popular
rig hand weed rancher
better silly than fucked n awkward
big hands so indeed I stamped her
fellas get with the movement
ain't no sense in runnin
wit a gang
of spineless slugs
circling inside a the bottom
of mean mug
lil gunnies
shit gets bubbly
when I clean the street up
ask kennetic
ask Little
ask Kel Pac
West Fresno
no gang gang boy real talk
no back woods grown n civilized
my dawg Choctaw
takin the tribe
back to the plains to ride
like real fucking red skins
not sure if y'all wanted to hunt
but I don't fuck around
ask the addicts in the back
or the homies round the MAD
He a crazy motherfucker
but he take care of his kids
he a good dad
shit I guess if you say so
I guess I try
but I won't lie to ya
this life's a struggle I'm livin
a moment at a time
hopeless counting sheep
dealing with
cobras, hounds and leaves
isn't a sacred speech
for the blatantly week
fatally leak
in a haze of Grey's and opique
low key I'ma cop me a deal
ride it raw dog
till it softens
and loses alot of appeal
for real Id like to ride off in the sunset
lick the ink on a mill check
I could probably write
until my grip strength fails
pick the pin up wit my lips
n jet off in the windmills
hot boxin
last call
betta
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time to open up the sky closing time has come climbing the totem just dispite hocus pocus minds that jump cowards mad froggy when it's 5 on1 tryna knock me outta the race but I'm a chosen one I didn't ask for this curse to ease another one mind w my hardtimes takes a lotta pain to gain wisdom if ya fall down gotta pick it back up when ya get scuffed gotta walk it out you ain't gonna get any tougher down there on the ground ya gotta pick yo butt back up! brush the dust off and get that slack up! toe to toe with it gotta keep juking and diving when a foe run up on ya let him feel them hands bust nevertheless you keep knocking till the big man answers never really was real popular rig hand weed rancher better silly than fucked n awkward big hands so indeed I stamped her fellas get with the movement ain't no sense in runnin wit a gang of spineless slugs circling inside a the bottom of mean mug lil gunnies shit gets bubbly when I clean the street up ask kennetic ask Little ask Kel Pac West Fresno no gang gang boy real talk no back woods grown n civilized my dawg Choctaw takin the tribe back to the plains to ride like real fucking red skins not sure if y'all wanted to hunt but I don't fuck around ask the addicts in the back or the homies round the MAD He a crazy motherfucker but he take care of his kids he a good dad shit I guess if you say so I guess I try but I won't lie to ya this life's a struggle I'm livin a moment at a time hopeless counting sheep dealing with cobras, hounds and leaves isn't a sacred speech for the blatantly week fatally leak in a haze of Grey's and opique low key I'ma cop me a deal ride it raw dog till it softens and loses alot of appeal for real Id like to ride off in the sunset lick the ink on a mill check I could probably write until my grip strength fails pick the pin up wit my lips n jet off in the windmills hot boxin last call betta