Staring from the streets I see from the suites ocean wide pretty high pretty sweet wing suit equipped take a dive I got the drink mixed Sip on sip got me drip hit a building straight through the ceiling to the floor omg Mjolnir gifted by Thor cause lighting Catch me fighting igniting the fuse to counter Youse looking square no obtuse trying to prove trying to show proof On the streets, got the drinks and the mix, looking primitive as I growl ain't gonna share I ain't gonna give I'll whip out the scales and sell you fids otherwise you ain't getting shit Get hit, get shit, pay your tic or you get licked, licked I depict my future jumping hurdle on hurdle, cheese curdle touch of death just a Wimpy kid with diary light me a cone I'll go fiery Liberate like from the streets I be here earning my way killing beats going over 9000 thousand Goku I'll destroy you call me devil make you tremble blood straight steel skin vibranium cause I'm the ultimatum call me satan See your soul, not a soul eater a soul devourer fighting power Creeping hearing sssssssssss Boom creeper I'm like that sneak ya eat your soul from behind I can see the wavering sign the glossy light smashed on the streets Waking up near anz no shirt craving for a beug the thc Feet bruised finding myself amused All ruffled and rused from a night on the street Another bottle another night but cone on cone I light Till the dawn of day first light I'll grab the lighter and ignite the light on the green or Create a smokescreen call me Charmander but I'm on another lever Charizard play your card c'mon it your turn Have a puff a churn, Tryna check for cops out the window, can't see through the smoke though, and I just lost my verse y'know But let's go cause I'm smashed I'll yell cops run we take off double dashed Like we playing crash Bandicoot to raiding all the loot I'm a barrel of joy, treat this like a game no a toy, only money no need for employment, depressed and my soul repressed but on the green I jest like a court jester what a nice gesture packed me a cone, well fuck oath, pitch the pitch we boutta have a fucking roast, Blessing on me still not feeling complete only feel right when I'm high off green Making a scene cause I'm pissed looking around seeing faces later getting dissed but ima face it Fat Billy I'll charge it That's all I do and I listen to depiction of your racism, discrimination creating groups and segregating but we all human why we refraining all I hear is pain and I see it plainly see it plainly like a painting a picture, tell you a thousand words, creating a mixture of feelings, skin peeling, but reality of humanity seeing straight brutality not looking good but I'll March and salute those who are beaut And I think about all the sunsets Ive seen And all of the green Pigments of colour life an illusion We asking questions infinitely come have a cone with me come have a cone with me I'm a space man off my station lost in space man selling weed to my spacemen brethren I count seven, oh wait an illusion it's just me