Woke up in the Mill Whipped it to the Chi Rolled up a little bit of loud Was gifted by the by- Standers turned fans after I hit'em with the live Sign all the Wik Enterprise shirts that they buy While I'm getting to work, hit'em with the vibe Hit it, whether it's mid or it's high Give'em the spliff, the kid, never miss when he high Gotta stay lifted, til I live in the sky Hold heaven like one, two, fifth Watch all the fly biddies pass by Could still get some piff and get fly Had breakfast at Jimbo's with the Big Times Getting dinner at the fish fry If you guarantee me this when I die I'll give it up right now I've spit enough shit to retire I realized it ain't a Grammy I'm after, I'm live The Block my pride, my prize? A mural on the upper West Side Plural, one over by Wise, one on Riverside Drive Right here now, I'm alive though So tell me, who you gonna ride for? Make a decision in time You Switzerland? think you could hide? Now, you're getting hit, from both side of your dome After all of your bullshit, the pulpit gonna be riding you home Really just die in your soul Couldn't think was on the brink, thought you finally chose But wasn't clutch enough, didn't pick, so Whether sick, or thriving and old, you're a player-hater So either way you're dying alone All in due time, a pile of bones I ain't gonna be smiling, no It's just the way of the world, the glide of the globe I'm non-violent, but wild, out of control My style Juvenile and HOV Iceberg Snoopy, but I'm an old soul, not Goofy I ain't a child no more