Secondz a Way

(first degree):

Shit done changed, the strip got bigger

To make my ends I got the wheel and the trigger

I get my swerve on with the 80 p liquor

The liquor bring out the nigga in this nigga

Got me huntin' with my musket, barred down with substance

Bringin' my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters

I'm still givin' birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady

Still mixin' up with skeet sours, I like them heavy

Heavy'll put a little bass in your voice

Yamps choice, no rolls royce but I keep it moist

I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin' that costly shit

Bossy bitch think she too flossy to trip

I'm first muthafuckin' degree, not your average,

I'll have your boulevard hoppin'

Poppin' off when a baller pack a package of suckin'

Fuck you fuckin' up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha dome in the trunk

As we donut, I dump, I seen too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons

Fools with no clues that love to watch my aura glisten,

They still don't listen

I...i got pot that's hot to trot, can't stop, won't stop

I got lynch hung in my backseat sniffin' for cops

I receipts of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at text time

So y'all go home, light the smoke, it's relax time

Chorus:

Now I apologize for smoke on my mind

I been workin' hard and I got to unwind

About the j.o.a. stayin' in my brain

But I'm seconds away from goin' insane

Now I need to lift away

(lynch):

Now you niggas know I come sick like a lunatic

Man, they must be high 'cause they really don't know who they fuckin' with

I used to have them all bombed out

Drink alize wine, then rhyme and smoke tweeds till we dropped out

I got the chop out, no doubt,

'cause if it ain't about rappin', gunplay's gon' happen

'cause I'm tappin' at yo' window, off that indo, more sacs than santana

Better check your antenna on your radio or your stereo or your video

'cause I'm not that pretty, but in the bedroom I'm critical