[Verse 1: Yukmouth]

Look
I beat the block like a terrorist
Them sick fiends need a doc I'm they therapist
Supply the people with diesel give em' they medicine
That Lambo hood got a ragin' bull like Merrill Lynch
It's like I'm heaven sent
Wings I forever had
Flyer than a helicopter no landin' pad
Hit the kush thinkin' back when I was sellin' crack
Mama was still alive and Papa he was sellin' smack
Goin' back and forth to jail selling hella' packs
Junior high back pack full of hella' raps
I could draw they thought I'd be a cartoonist but I rock with the music
Started my own movement
Luniz, Regime, Thug Lordz, I do's this
Drug dealer music like Flaka bitch I influence
Who else turned a drug deal into a record deal
Eighteen years later your nigga droppin' records still

[Hook: Mr. Probz)

Sometimes I don't wanna' wake up
Sometimes I jus' wanna close my eyes and drift off
Just me on my own
[Just me on my own]
They say that todays tear drop are tomorrows rainbows
I don't know
[I don't know]
Sometimes it gets better sometimes it gets worse
So just light up and blow
[So just light up and blow]
Tryna' make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes
[Verse 2: C-Bo]
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