They don’t wanna see me on the low
They don’t wanna see me on the low
And I know…


Playground terror like the Gooch
Ferra Gammo Boots maritime on the Lucien Piccard
Gucci luggage airport, pass port with the blue cards
News cars comet to get-us bumping Forget Me Knotts
Either you wit or US or “YOU NOT”
Knotts Landing, forty-five grams of the candy yams
Arrive like we planned-it
Blowing OWI-EYE driving on the left side
BOY-I’M-HIGH send a blessing up to Left Eye
Pussy come close, but thou shall not TRY
All lives don’t matter don’t try to flatter wit LIES
I break Atoms - scatter matter - move neutrinos a night
I ain’t too pretty to fight
Between music and life, the union of the mic
The burial and after life
If I ruled the world and every-thing in it – A – para-dise
A pair – dice on the rearview
Ride by the beach blowing Keaf (I can’t hear you)
No religion we talk spirits like an old bartender
Today so good
Yester-day hard to –re-mem-ba
Penicillin and Pain Killers on the Agenda
Stay on a benda wit my ladies and my gentas
Just to say momentous is selling it short when the politicin
Is serious we sit around like Nester Marley
Shrimp and conque skewed on the Barbie
Barbies walk the pools like Flamingos
They all single and educated – nothing to do but-lay
Around the REAL, drinking MI-TIES and talking physics
Fuck a color or side – “that’s where you stay” coming to VI-SIT
Fill the prisons with politicians… who just be-came the system
No changes and no influences
No truancy - little MANE got nothing but college on his medulla
Figure the future – looking brighter every-day
Foe genarations a-slave






They don’t wanna see me on the low
They don’t wanna see me on the low
And I know…


What is life if you ain’t OUT live-IN
Throw a shot for yo niggas that didn’t complete the passage
Did these streets turn-us savages
Or the system that tells us to pray for happiness
Like it all happens magically
-Talking business on the back nine
Don’t forgit-to tip the CADDIE – AND
The waitress for the good-TIME
You know-we been there, the HOOD-DYING
But somehow keep SUR-viving
Who’s SUPP-LYING the vines with more nourishment
The skill is supervelous – PLUS, murderous bars
Put SA-TON and him Kin in the back of black cars
Drive ‘em to the Lake and throw ‘em like Brett Farve
Down in the water bound by shackles of iron
I know you sick-a trying ya best
When the best die YOUNG the situation is real
That’s where that spiel come-from
How many of yo people been killed
Man the shit is just dumb – raised in killing fields
Illa that most of my niggas already envisioned the out-come
When we was still young enough to git-it
If had a thousand wishes and GINIE in a bottle
I would tell my fam to go in first just leave ya man the bottom
Politican at the hooka wit HUSA eating Fallafalls
If we are not-the-pro-blem
Then it must be the watchers
They follow my hologram
Tryna trick my conscious with they Dollars and Panzi Scams
I’ma get all my fam and start this new Plan
A new land where freedom is truth
Not just a loose – END
Amended by old men – NOT new friends