Letras
My soul glow, flow cold like a snow globe
I'm so West like gold spokes and low lows
My regulators mounting up like a GoPro
Stockton with me when I'm on the road, I'm in my low mode
D League 'til I go pro, three deep in a four door
Me ceasing is a no-no, mind deep in the zone, stoned
I'm on my way, fuck a lane, I need my own road
King without a crown for now, the throne postponed
It's J-Def Jam, far from so-so
Ways by the boatload, headphones in a chokehold
Played a bluff, almost fold, I doubled off a royal flush
And I ain't the shit yet but I got bubble guts
Muscle up, always been scrawny but my hustle tough
Zero to a hundred bucks, flip modes like Bus-a-Bus
Now in myself I trust
You can see your vision clearer when your eyes are shut
Now get it up, I keep my head down, and my conscience high
I got my sixth chakra on the rise
I store my bread now, and live an honest life
You almost gotta die to stay alive
(But it's gonna be alright)
I got heavy patience like everything is worth its weight
As weird as it sounds, I finally got my circle straight
Step up on stage like we tryna get the earth to shake
Every rhyme's my last, we ain't got no expiration date
Mama birthed a great out in Stockton, Little Afghanistan
I've gotten in the dirt and grime like mechanic's hands
Now all I do is work and grind to expand the plans
Build with my tools like a handyman
Tryna leave my daughter a house on a hill
With view, panoramic pan
My soul gold like MC Hammer's pants
I'm in my zone but you still couldn't stand a chance man-to-man
Tat the wedding ring 'cause me and music go hand-in-hand
The rent's almost due, I need it overnight
I done already went a month without my lights
My family need this food so I might not eat tonight
You almost gotta die to stay alive
But I keep my head down, and my conscience high
I got my sixth chakra on the rise
I store my bread now, and live an honest life
You almost gotta die to stay alive
(But it's gonna be alright)
Alright let's just stay calm here!
Don't get all crazy on me!