wake up bump grey in my headphones smoke a whole cone list drone to my fucking phone pick it up write some shit till they put me in a Tesla spitting CID to my mic till I make you trip bra microphone soluble I know high a1 so sit and stare into abyss kiss of death bitch float forever if you sip twisted wires make you lysp twist the bottle keep it crisp live another day and tip bitch I can feel everything everyone's felt saw my hands turn to Gandhi's and artist or great speaker I've felt dont look to me as a figure cuz its scary as hell responsible for all the other people I tell if God was a person he would be In us all every killer every thug every child and dog it's the universe we're moving through the motion of all here the call from the valley cuz it lays on a line I've been slicing through the 4th as I'm moving through time everyday I'm getting better I've awoken the grind no time for a scam no time for a crime I'm cool as a cobra froze wrapped to a pine I'm white like nova im black like Koda kill me if you can I ain't short like Yoda boss like jaba tell me get a job this my mutha fucking job a you question like bla bla our baby say ma ma where da da I'm locked up