The Prize Felt

[Intro]
What the fuck is that?

[Verse 1: MURS]
In my era, we used to call it 'stilo'
That's Spanish for 'style,' stupido
It used to be all tranquilo
Never thought i'd live to see the day you'd stoop this low
We grew up in the same environment
Shared the same spray paint and markers and shit
Now you lookin for a early retirement
Cause every day you hate on me, you talk like a bitch
Scared the hell out you didn't i?
Sittin wit ya girl on the couch watchin YouTube
Couldn't even look me in the eye
Tried to paly it off like 'whats up, my dude?'
Must've forgot about me, huh
I'm still from the block, i just look a little strange
But we can talk about it, bro
We can step off in the front yard and throw them thangs
But you don't wanna go against me
You really wanna kick it when push comes to shove
You actin silly cause you miss me
And this is the way that you show me love

[Chorus: Slug]
You need to focus those eyes on the time
It was right, then ya life, then ya rhymes, then the prize
And i don't even think you lookin at the prize
I think you killin time lookin at what's mine