Uh Bronson, Bronson I'll rhyme over any motherfucking beat, man You don't wanna hear no 90's shit, you wanna hear some new shit, right? Aight Ayo I spit this [?] fiends around the corner standing In times of need, nobody panic, just live off the land I'm never stopping 'til my jacket made of slaughtered lamb I'm thinking [?] small just like my daughter's hands The ginger ale inside the yanky cup, I drink it Lincoln Continental suicide is how I'm thinking Got the [?] cause [?] they smell the reefer Fuck that pulling over, [?] with my sneaker Fuck it, twist up another purple cigarette I'm in the shadow [?] It's gorgeous, I'm having people paint my portrats I am one of a kind, you just the same tree in the forest Money in pouches, ike a [?] Smoke an orange flower from [?] that I cop [?] my flowrest Shorty's a milk chocolate, and I'm like [?] Walker A slick talker, street [?] straight up New Yorker You know we rolling, smoking weed all on the highway Fuck what a hater gotta say, I do it my way Never giving up my dreams, never gon stop I give it all just to live this life