Ma soul design speaks so eloquently
Coffee so defined, I know this time
The piece of pie is in my reach, I know it's mine - so sublime
Throwing up my soldier sign before we find the pit and coldest kind of sit
Let them know what I'm for this time
Let alone got a cool with a mountain view, picturesque and a flow so fresh
The best to that I can attest
Make the rest seem so minute in stature
Just cause 'til you fall - we got you
This why we all get at you
Chase them bouncing balls across the walls we all be after
Hope is in my view
Don't misconstrue my close to you, you
Tragic loss to my disdain
Sum me up 'til I hit this thing
Had to record the flavour if my West Coast conglomerate
Who fond of it?
Nobody does it better, when it comes to it
Looking out my window at my ghetto street
I gotta become a man, be what I got to be
I gotta take care of my baby, and them got to eat
I gotta charge ya'll, begging ain't nothing for free
I got a will to fight and the mind to tell the truth
I gotta kill this mic every time I'm in this booth
I gotta win the game and get a castle for my queen
I gotta get some change, I gotta keep my mama clean
I gotta problem with too much of talking what you don't walk
You frightened, infinite no biting
Homie, don't balk
Gotta get my grind on
I'm in and out of time zones
The Jones click and Grits to have your mind blown
Coffee so defined, I know this time
The piece of pie is in my reach, I know it's mine - so sublime
Throwing up my soldier sign before we find the pit and coldest kind of sit
Let them know what I'm for this time
Let alone got a cool with a mountain view, picturesque and a flow so fresh
The best to that I can attest
Make the rest seem so minute in stature
Just cause 'til you fall - we got you
This why we all get at you
Chase them bouncing balls across the walls we all be after
Hope is in my view
Don't misconstrue my close to you, you
Tragic loss to my disdain
Sum me up 'til I hit this thing
Had to record the flavour if my West Coast conglomerate
Who fond of it?
Nobody does it better, when it comes to it
Looking out my window at my ghetto street
I gotta become a man, be what I got to be
I gotta take care of my baby, and them got to eat
I gotta charge ya'll, begging ain't nothing for free
I got a will to fight and the mind to tell the truth
I gotta kill this mic every time I'm in this booth
I gotta win the game and get a castle for my queen
I gotta get some change, I gotta keep my mama clean
I gotta problem with too much of talking what you don't walk
You frightened, infinite no biting
Homie, don't balk
Gotta get my grind on
I'm in and out of time zones
The Jones click and Grits to have your mind blown
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