Style Seeker Express, test, test, do the best, yo I'm on itWe hit the earth like a comet, through ups and downs I bounce back unguardedArmed with a bomb and it's nocturnal Ron *, welcome to the boss's officeLike Ron, say no shoes on my carpet, black August when my squad hitWith a running arm twist, got your eyes running like a chronic mom hitJust swimming in this big ol' fishbowl, check you outThinkin' y'all sharks, y'all is crawfish, look aroundSoon enough we gon' be runnin' all thisSwish got more * in his pocket than any niggaI'm a rappin' engineer with a tool clip, dual hipAction on the sound of my shorties, but mine's a stickHe's * sippin' on niggas, I sip on dips and * them niggasGot a neck-to-neck, back-to-back, track-to-mac, all of thatBut if my me act funny, I won't call it backI signal futuristic on some true baller *Braggin' for the common man, I pop some blue collar *I hit the weed, I take a bullet, surpriseWhy them guys want me?Talkin' some bullets, some lies, hotThey make us look better, crack, it's a good thingI been boozin' rappers, I'ma let it stray in their own wayI been wrecked, head rushin'Drive them seeds within my crutch, crushYou ain't been doin' this, so don't stopSo don't stop, so don't stop