Yea My nigga, I peep God's work Boy I'm twisted in the clock work I ain't stoppin 'til I see my Momma sittin' in a fox fur Til the gold chain hangin all day where the locks curve And boy I'm not the type to talk first I be writin' and my heart watch the chalk burst And if you feelin' like I walk worse, don't it Chest so high like a hawk, bird floating Nigga I'm in it I wave my flag just to show that I'm winning Had the black Timbs gritting through the white snow Niggas tinted, where ya light bulb? In the big apple I'm a bright soul My thoughts darken and these niggas that I fight for This fast life make me write slow This one for my idols, one for the title Write 'til my eyes closed Nigga, 'til my lyrics do the scriptures from the Bible Look into my screaming on arrival Coming up with knowledge that's my ticket for survival I know niggas plotting on my downfall That's why a nigga stay quiet when around yall Ridin' like the greyhound Dodgin' all the groundhogs Some of my youngins stay 'round Runnin' 'til the ground soft We still spittin' if it sounds off This a journey not a couch you can lounge on