(Instrumental Plays)
[Ian Kelly]
You really you want me back in my element,
Rocking with my niggas like a sediment, settle in,
a bumpy ride through Oakland what it's always been,
if you black then you's a street fighter,
Why you think call you kin?,
Mcfly in my mind, you know where I been,
Everywhere and back, it's fact, I wear on my skin,
I was in the den with lions, then I crept in,
you know Unc in the party 2 steppin,
(Instrumental & Talking)
[Ian Kelly]
Drive by, go bye reclined I seen it,
But past that promise no snitching in my demeanor,
I'm conditioned, like a new perm,
Swanging a two-seater',
The hood politics you can join em, but can't beat em,
World politics will always show you the heathens,
My potna got shot, and didn't make that evening,
Been grieving so long, it feels just like breathing,
Angels around me in all of my newer meetings,
Forever pointing all to the out field,
I was rolling through Alabama in my mobile,
watch out for the snakes liars,
Never really far apart,
Never who they say are,
Talking Mrs. Doubtfire
(Instrumental & Talking)
[Ian Kelly]
Nobody wants to be the outlier, you peeped?
Shit I'm speak and my kick my shit nigga, Bruce Lee,
Be water, nothing harder, or farther from it,
Cross country with the raps,
I saw the numbers come in, I saw the hustle within,
I'll be gone in the wind,
And make the money just bend,
With these words falling,
Hit the weed and found a higher calling,
No collect with these calls, they can see I'm all in