Fuck it Let’s start it right here This my mastermind lecture Bring letters real tears And stories filled with glory Make the mud real clear The Snares slap packed with life Let’s control fear Expensive lessons happen When you don’t hold down a pension Check to checks hard But Day to day an honest lesson Of picking yourself up Beat the day prior homie Stop regression Before the dark takes away Progression Wow Tell me who needs a breather This totter teeter lifestyle Been wild I’ma need to screech it Huh You pick That up Is it slow enough I don’t give a fuck This My time Schedule Somethin else For yourself Given wealth comes at a cost This is free game Huh Jordan Peterson Youtubes Their isn’t 12 rules to life But applied You seek truth I’m long toothed Timothy Rippin beats with a vicious streak Liam neese Taken with a grain of salt why can’t I eat Why can’t I reap what I sow Healthy young bastard But I’m after what I didn’t know I’ll stop talkin in poems To slow em down for folks Or row with the faster to distance myself From who you know This my time You’re encouraged to criticize Pick a side I compartmentalize And empathize I’m not perfect Only a man avoidin what’s inside Ugh It’s not worth it Curses Not swears This coat of arms I seem to bear Been heavy to lift it really isnt somethin seen as rare Care to share homie I will let’s forgive despair This pair of humans came together To put a hare In a turtle race Life gives life what’s with the fertile face Space is needed for me to needle my own crochet case Bases loaded Please tell me you’re ready to bat We need a home run to erase what their ready to catch Be a challenger Opposite unfortunate crash Be Excalibur valiant with a mantra to match Molotov’s to the past Just pass him a match Hmm Now the flames build Burnin man in your mind field Why seal kiss the rose so you can’t feel The thorns Bourne identity sellin these fables Why did I ask Damn I just heard I still have 16 bars That’s depressin When you’ve presented somethin hard Fuck it let’s Henry Ford And Build a car Field it far but bill Maher Still have opinions I’m the pinion gear you should fear Dear mama was only tears lament here Based on how I steer The road of life has many peers Eager to give fully be aweare Peer into the glass house And know we can break it here… We can break it here… The routes now… We can break it here… Ugh Life happens This my life But life happens This my life But life happens

Verse 1: The thoughts to black out So let’s start when the beat drop He’s hot Fuck your story boards and your weak plots Beat boxed Then cyphered the circle Let the team watch We rock Hands up let em know this is our spot We rock Hands up this is our spot Sheesh Yeah Now back to the bar party Venom swingin Symbiote eaten I’m Tom Hardy Party with the best of em Presence of Armani Partly with the essence I’m legend and god body Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Fuck I care what you think pussy This my song We bomb B-1 of one Smell the napalm Naysayers watch from the side Envious pride pawns Hee haw You donkeys Couldn’t ever see King Kong Don’t ever disrespect me bitch Huh Bing bong This rap shit has ups and downs Seesaw Spit it sushi when I rhyme Nicknames Raw Coast to coast when I poster Big game Bron 85 son rise Son sets gone Hook: Im back in my bag Yeah You can see Im back in my bag Yeah You can see Im back in my bag Yeah Come and see Im back in my bag Yeah Verse 2: Gabino Gretzky I ride the wave on a jet ski Wanna feature Don’t let me I SAT on my ACT To test me Wait a minute Wait a minute I sat on my act to test me S-A-T A-C-T test Huh I impress me Huh What it means I’ve dropped the mic to address me And undress what had oppressed me A lesson that had complexities Destiny on a mezzanine Lookin to level up My egos on full throttle I’m done bottlin up Modern day Aristotle Play wit dough (Plato) Finger cuts Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Mr jack of all trades Who was castaway Tom Hanks Now I’m back to play All bases With Satchel Page arm Race to the finish line They caint My acumen’s to great I Kombat amongst mortals, finish them Why wait And it’s Rest In Peace Jeff I wish you saw all of this for how far we’ve came We damn near called all of this Phew sheesh Boy tell me that I’m lion This zoo picked a chosen few The prides mine Watch me work out minutes n months And stretch time Bunson burner to flame, oh come on Hook: You can see Im back in my bag Yeah You can see Im back in my bag Yeah You can see Im back in my bag Yeah Come out and see Im back in my bag Yeah Verse 3: I struck gold promise Let their be blood homage My bloods in the soil An oil man feels tarnished My names not mentioned at all Shit I’m astonished I’m top list anything Ketamine How ironic Y’all sleepin on me? Your bed frames lost balance Carbon copy of no man My Prints iconic These scenes struggling with Intense unknown colic Let a Utah rapper live I’ve given ballads God did what he was sposed to Shout to Khaled Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Confused a couple of fuses Done Misfired And now you got a problem to solve Lets rewire Yesterdays poem is gone Unretired Got me workin overtime here I’m re-tired Yesterdays poem is gone Unretired Got me workin overtime here I’m re-tired Hook: You can see Im back in my bag Yeah You can see Im back in my bag Yeah You can see Im back in my bag Yeah Come out and see Im back in my bag Yeah

Verse 1: This that This that Get up and grind flow Hi Flo Progressive I’m wreckin My eyes closed I reckon these Elizabeth’s Would die with no macho The beat sound east But we rock west feivel Smellin like pork chop cops Where’s 5-0 The admirals back on the ship bitch Spur 5-0 The altitude test my breath Won’t stop no Slide till the click, ready Boom Glock 50 Rivals of me Are liable to see A tyrant Caligula Roamin on a beat Huh A beautiful mind So why would you think I won’t gladiator these pages Colosseum the streets Ugh 

Hook: This don’t stop Oh no no no It won’t stop oh whoa whoa whoa This don’t stop Oh no no no It won’t stop Oh whoa whoa whoa Verse 2:
 They said Gabino this mission you on Is outta reach I said not as long as I’m breathin And I gotta beat Try to take away somethin that really brings me peace I won’t stand for it ever Lieutenant Dan my feet Gabino just breathe *Breath in* Okay Let’s write and ride it out In the Lincoln’s breeze. These prayers hands ain’t cuttin it I have more I need Put myself in a coma Now awake with a lease Huh Fuck whoever doubted And towered over me shouted Keep that same energy Ja Morant with a ballad I’m votin for the primary uno And this my ballot Let’s middle finger judgement Ask em now what about it I’ve been at the bottom I promise Man that shit is crowded If you pulled yourself outta the mud Be loud about it Every route is different Take the weight off Pounds and ounces Young Prince bisquick Blouses Hook: This don’t stop Oh no no no It won’t stop oh whoa whoa whoa This don’t stop Oh no no no It won’t stop Verse 3:
 Oh whoa whoa whoa Mama told me Go Robert Horry A champion Different avenue Acumen Ask your bitch Whose the man again Huh Jamba smooth Art everywhere Bonaroo Apollo moves Theatrical creed 11 landed too Eww Heisenberg With a higher arc Ides of March Settle debts McDonald’s quick III Climb the arch Pfft Elephant lines Roll tide Why your bitch Tellin celibate lies So fly Jimmy Snooka Shooka A simp I’m a bad one Huh Op-er-a phantom Offer up hand guns The 40’s a fast one Harrison Barnes king My name rings Lord of the outcome Welcome to the slap I got the talcum Ready for Martin Malcolm Ex King summer flings Here come the album Pall Mallsl Kill slow My lungs on balco Replace who Ke-anu Falco

Hook: This don’t stop Oh no no no It won’t stop oh whoa whoa whoa This don’t stop Oh no no no It won’t stop Oh whoa whoa whoa

Verse 1: I got an obligation Play this game out surgeon operation Careful placement Oohs and ahhs from the population Decoration I make art For your information Vindication when you listen Report back amazement Noise makers Bang, blast, boom, clap, crack Hurly-Burly, that rumpus Serenity Quiet that Why I rap? Well Thank you for you the inquiry Listening to a symphony Better than this malignancy Keep me honest Cause this form I have adonis Cacophonous sonic waves Mutin’ out us real artists Charlatans in the industry Fiscally selling the promises They can’t keep Without keepin’ our people impoverished Right? Sorry for speakin’ eulogies Shoot the breeze With impunity Bang Bang Bang Bang Hit a whole community ruin legacies musically They warned (Warner) us Sony reaches out universally (Universal) Ugh Hook: Whose it on now? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Whose it on now? Whose it on now? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Whose it on now? Whose it on now? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Whose it on now? Whose it on now? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Whose it on now? Verse 2: Secret meetings Conspiracy time Molds the sculpture The infrastructure shifted To feedin’ prison culture Tore out the roots Planted avenue Sedgwick Altered the horticulture And this is just what we’re left with See one day Long ago in La La Land NDAs passed hands Manipulate gangsta rap This wasn’t happenstance Take out all the conscious acts Fill up pockets Uncle Sam See again the upper hand Phew Target a demographic About to rise through a standard they couldn’t stand So they grabbed it And made it something that only caters To project madness Grab a hold of young minds in their prime and otherwise Criminalize our music Watched incarcerations rise Then demonize our youth Restart the cycle’s enterprise I’ll keep pushing this productivity music In hopes of reaching one so At least I’ve made improvement Hook: Whose it on now? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Whose it on now? Whose it on now? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Whose it on now? Whose it on now? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Whose it on now? Whose it on now? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Whose it on now?

I’ve been here before Been doin it so long Watch the time fly by with each of my songs The clocks tickin’ I’ve left behind my shine box I’ve graduated Go on and hate it I’m fine dog Yeah Writing Isn’t a passion It’s more me paying tithing to life To see the reaction As I grow my mold evolves as I stay active And pay respects While I collect on what I’ve made passive My journal entry of the day it seems Clear hurdles run plenty with the team We’ve scene So many nightmare on elm street their dreams NoDoz got you froze alone with low beams Huh Hard to feel the song cry When I spy the maze of life still ride high Write fly till the day my sign dies I’ll sigh and leave the place with no dry eyes Define why I’m stickin’ the landing This a Gymnastics drive by, slide by Leave with enough left to fly by Nice guy back, and say bye Nice guy back, and say bye So many nightmare on elm street their dreams NoDoz got you froze alone with low beams Many-many nightmare on elm street their dreams NoDoz got you froze alone with low beams Many-many nightmare on elm street their dreams NoDoz got you froze alone with low beams Many-many nightmare on elm street their dreams NoDoz got you froze alone with low beams

The thoughts to black out So let's start when the beat drop He's hot Fuck your story boards and your weak plots Beat boxed Then cyphered the circle Let the team watch We rock Hands up let em know this is our spot We rock Hands up let em know this is our spot Sheesh Yeah Now back to the bar party Venom swingin Symbiote eaten I'm Tom Hardy Party with the best of em Presence of Armani Partly with the essence I'm legend and god body Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Fuck I care what you think pussy This my song We bomb B-1 of one Smell the napalm Naysayers watch from the side Envious pride pawns Hee haw You donkeys Couldn't ever see King Kong Don't ever disrespect me bitch Huh Bing bong This rap shit has ups and downs Seesaw Spit it sushi when I rhyme Nicknames Raw Coast to coast when I poster Big game Bron 85 son rise Son sets gone I'm back in my bag Yeah You can see I'm back in my bag Yeah You can see I'm back in my bag Yeah Come and see I'm back in my bag Yeah Gabino Gretzky I ride the wave on a jet ski Wanna feature Don't let me I SAT on my ACT To test me Wait a minute Wait a minute I sat on my act to test me S-A-T A-C-T test I impress me What it means I've dropped the mic to address me And undress what had oppressed me A lesson that had complexities Destiny on a mezzanine Lookin to level up My egos on full throttle I'm done bottlin up Modern day Aristotle Play wit dough (Plato) Finger cuts Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Mr jack of all trades Who was castaway Tom Hanks Now I'm back to play All bases With Satchel Page arm Race to the finish line They can't My acumen's to great I Kombat amongst mortals, finish them Why wait And it's Rest In Peace Jeff I wish you saw all of this for how far we've came We damn near called all of this Phew sheesh Boy tell me that I'm lion This zoo picked a chosen few The prides mine Watch me work out minutes and months And stretch time Bunson burner to flame, oh come on You can see I'm back in my bag Yeah You can see I'm back in my bag Yeah Come and see I'm back in my bag Yeah I struck gold promise Let their be blood homage My bloods in the soil An oil man feels tarnished My names not mentioned at all Shit I'm astonished I'm top list anything Ketamine How ironic Y'all sleepin on me? Your bed frames lost balance Carbon copy of no man My prints iconic These scenes struggling with Intense unknown colic Let a Utah rapper live I've given ballads God did what he was sposed to Shout to Khaled Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Heat check Whoa Confused a couple of fuses Done Misfired And now you got a problem to solve Lets rewire Yesterdays poem is gone Unretired Got me workin overtime here I'm re-tired Yesterdays poem is gone Unretired Got me workin overtime here I'm re-tired I'm back in my bag Yeah You can see I'm back in my bag Yeah You can see I'm back in my bag Yeah Come and see I'm back in my bag Yeah