All rightYeah, okay, okay, okay, okay, okayThe Pac-Man coming back, Southside quarterbackQuarter brick, quarter ounce, juice manAll of that, 36, Land Road, Trey SireOn the map, on the guys, he done been on the roadRunning laps, all of my dreams, make no time for Z'sRoad man energy, more time for P'sSee, I learned early, stack a low keyYeah, these niggas big steppers till they hit the wrong feetYeah, learn them up quickly, ain't it?We went from the bottom to the big leagues, ain't it?Since you won't ride like a 10 speedHo, you used to *** me, bet I'm still 10 feet, ain't it?Look at them, growing through the traumaSaw notes in spite, the * you kinda toxicTell the poachers, guys, stop * up the ambienceHere for the nonsense, damn where the conscienceDamn where the time went, we just in a process, for realI can't even tell you how we got here, for realAll we know is give money to the objectAnd don't * with the progress, or you might get your ass whoopedNow you in the mood, better move like a mountainCome up with some dudes, we gon' move with no cautionI'll try and keep it low, try and keep it calmBut this psycho, what a robber, gon' forever keep it dullLet me spar with oneThis * makes me lose my breathI think I might lose my headThat result of disrespectMolded out a fit of threadI wake up covered in sweatI see angels, I see deathIt can't be tight for me yetHope I don't try and regret* that, * that, we off the leashEverybody outside, everybody eatEverybody up there, we on the beatAll that * is looking like beyondThe meat, the meat, the meat, the meatBoy, these niggas shed like LeonThe whole step beyond the warriorTell his ass when I like CleonThe story of the Minuteman, militaryIn response to any and everything you could ever disagree onYeah, the plot get thicker, the plot get lit upYour dogs gon' spin it, we all gon' spin itThe conflict spinning like a five-inchHomie said he compact dissingIt's the way of life, niggas fall when they slippingGive me a whole life, playing God with the livingOn the inside, pray to God for forgivenessCause the psycho, what is love? Don't make it hard on a niggaThis * makes me lose my breathI think I might lose my headThat result of disrespectHold it out of fear, I prayI wake up covered in sweatI see angels, I see deathIt can't get tight for me yetHope I don't drown in regret