[ Featuring Topaz Jones ]
Twiddle my thumbs I'm ignant
Should've left me where you found me huh
Profit off my pigment 50/50 split it (okay)
I just brought my niggas to make sure you was on up and up
Mike run 4.3 what the f*ck I feel you looking down on us
All that shit you talk let my name slip out your mouth
I let it slide cause I want shine and move up out my momma house
I told myself just one more time I'll punch him in his f*cking jaw
There go my ride I'll pay that fine I'll get there slow I'd rather walk
But It wasn't all bad, Kendrick said I got it
Frank helped me with butterflies before a show so what you call that
Legend in the making get back to my basic
Me and Joe go back and forth we whip our foreigns around baker
Baby shake the world up started with our hood first
George and Leonard made me you take credit for my growth spurt
I know you might hate it thought you saved me I was here first
Can't discover natives, nah let get it shaking
Trunk space filled up
Big rims rolling
Cold drank big cup
Baby what you holding
Shell closed Buffalo damn what's open
My mind somewhere my soul open
Trunk space filled up
Big rims rolling
Cold drank big cup
Baby what you holding
Shell closed Buffalo damn what's open
My mind somewhere my soul open
I used to feel like it wasn't no space at the table for me
Til one day I was able to eat off they plate and it tasted like me
No I ain't signed to a label but they know if I drop a tape it's a major release
You making me sneeze, allergic to herbs except for what burn in this paper my G
Take my tiempo, I'm finding my tempo
I grind like a pestle inside of a mortar
No more bravado we bored of
Hearing bout how niggas shine like menorahs
Or really Kinaras reminded of how once my momma had forced me to celebrate kwanzaa
But that didn't stick, cuz in the 99 n 2 thou I was Juvenile more than conscious
Cash money on my mind bitch (ha)
Outkast going rhombus (hooo)
Whole squad rocking fake yellow gold ropes niggas look jaundiced
Peace sign on my myspace told em sound off in the comments
I ain't kept a damn thing I had back then except my promise
My palms itching, got the monkey pox
Stack of Hundreds make the rubber pop
Busta buss it's time to cut the locks
This light of mine 900 watts
This idle mind write a bunch of plots
But the Big Dipper stirring up the pot
Now I'm cheffing out here serving everybody
You don't get it probably
Take it from the top
Trunk space filled up
Big rims rolling
Cold drank big cup
Baby what you holding
Shell closed Buffalo damn what's open
My mind somewhere my soul open
Trunk space filled up
Big rims rolling
Cold drank big cup
Baby what you holding
Shell closed Buffalo damn what's open
My mind somewhere my soul open
