people watching everywhere that I go even people that see me up in the store people dissin I still got the flow dropin the jaws to the floor if you don't like how I do it then theres the door aint no other way to go Im rappin slow hittin a dab stress inside gotta let it go I get up on the mic an I let it blow put on a show hype the crowd with the sights an sounds that'll fill ya soul got people left an right hittin up the phone gotta hit a mile stone reach a goal become whole when im smokin a bowl pull out the pole snitches watchin like im a convict it's like im on parole heads are gonna roll hotter than a stove its the path that I chose drove myself to be the best no I can never pose once again I let em know