| Pack a punch like Spike Palm, I’m Tai Kwon |
| Tight… on white moms, in bad hoods |
| Backwards, it’s bad-good, bad’s good |
| Dad should get that mad, it’s that good |
| Mass appeal for the ass who feel |
| Asking where the cash is at, have you in the pasture killed |
| Laughing like it’s… pass him on the practice field |
| Tell em what they wanna hear, give em what they have to feel |
| This is where the grass is real, greener if you mean it |
| Conceited is deceiving, the passion is what I’m seeing |
| Believe it if you wanna, but really it’s if you need it |
| I thought it said he taught him, no talking, better just be it |
| See the world… |
| Forever in the moment, I bend a couple corners |
| We get it when you’re focus, this is magic Hocus Pocus |
| And you know us, the rawest, alivest living artist |
| Riding with my partner, live to write a couple stories |
| The owner of the Bulls just copped a red Ferrari |
| Left another party, tears dropping on the car seat |
| Pardon me, this ain’t no R&B |
| It’s like concrete, air hits, and… |
| Eye’s water, can’t hardly see |
| Story gets better, start to read |
| This how it ought to be |
| Walk with me and then spark the tree |
| See the world… |