As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street serving, these niggas undetermined I flow like CD's in the deck, mush fools in the face that lack respect Protect your armpits from the funk I deodorize the musty, your rhymes are crusty And you can't bust G's, so leave me alone I'm in the zone, walking the streets on my own And get blown, some niggas say that nigga wear his gun But I'm low in the cut and got a microphone Are you gon' bust or play bones, you motherfuckin' clone? Get off that nigga's style and get your own It's miscellane and it's on again For the niggas that slept, they should've stayed in step Kept your big fuckin' mouth shut As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street serving, these niggas undetermined I woke up with a stomachache, headache, backache Advil, Tylenol, Pepto Slept so long, realized my world is wrong My world is gone like disco Throwing up Cisco in my commode Standing in back of me was my soul Thinking of the easiest way to get a bankroll Knowledge is herb in the bowl Exhaust manifold, a tall can of O's Delubricate my system quick, shake you bitches off the dick Bitch, I got a vice grip on the flow From my lips, I'm slow, but equipped with the proper tools Show me the one talking *** so I can drop a fool I'm off and glow a nigga roll with Inky, Mr. Clean Come back on the scene and smoke a Philly Gene I really dream of getting mine Now let me tell you what silly mean Fuckin' with my team is murder one I heard a gun busting shots Down the block, I guess a nigga getting what he got *** is heavy like a medicine ball From broke niggas to smoked niggas I *** one for y'all That made your last phone call To a trick that didn't even care Cause she was getting *** somewhere You're stuck in there Now you on the bus nigga Now you wanna kill Nigga, how you feel? You can't try to be real You can't try to be real As the world keeps turning Fartin' keeps burning Street serving these niggas undetermined As the world keeps turning Fartin' keeps burning Street serving these niggas undetermined As the world keeps turning Fartin' keeps burning Street serving these niggas undetermined As the world keeps turning Fartin' keeps burning Street serving these niggas undetermined I'm cooler than most But I got this short a tipper And I'm pooling the foes That don't know how it goes Let's take it back to the first sack When you was a new jack And jockeying my new track But you was wrong Didn't know about the dick long Head strong Nickname jabbed from off the schoolyard With a teenage group I'm turning loops of the tracks Me and my niggas like These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight lyrics You wanna know what the hoes used to do When me and my crew came busting through All sorts of blunts and brew Unable to find a gift too swift Mr. Lane, it's the crew Underground to my brown Eyeballs turn blue This is for the bitches and niggas that want a front I smoke on I'm broke on till I spoke on Mr. Lane packing shows like Farrakhan Where is on another level With two niggas that's on the same plateau Now that's three times your tightest flow And three times your tightest track Three times your fattest sack Three times as clever As the world keeps turning Fartin' keeps burning Street surfin' These niggas undetermined As the world keeps turning Fartin' keeps burning Street surfin' These niggas undetermined As the world keeps turning Fartin' keeps burning Street surfin' These niggas undetermined As the world keeps turning Fartin' keeps burning That's saying Street surfin' These niggas undetermined Clouds shall rest in grief Who lay buried in the dirt Failure to put in work Leaves bodies scored and hurt Who art in hell where the next man dwells The place where stanky pussy and crackpot dwells