Текст:
Somewhere the sun sets out on my silhouette
Drum-sets pound to the sound in my filament
Deep to the ground every town I be killing it Pound over ounce I was built for the real in this
Bring 'em back to life with a knife made of healer spit
Fly through my mind it is time that you feeling this
I ain’t gotta lie this is life on the realest shit
Wake up everyday and get blazed 'till the ceiling lifts
Now I’m on my grind and the factory is dealing shit
'Bout to stash cash in the bag on some illegal shit
But I ain’t got a dime I can hide from the evilness
Every rack I stack take me back to where the demons live
So smoke a sack with the geniuses