Give the street feature
And leave the leach creatures
Lurching outside of the gate keepers
Work on the come up
Like running up bleachers
Cooking up meat
Chop it sharp
Like a meat cleaver
Let the beef sizzle out
Like rolling up fajitas
Politics as usual
Roll up the refer
Boxed in like cubicles
Extend out my reaches
The only time i ever press
Is if I iron out creases
As if I'm folding clothes
I's taught not to bluff
I's also taught not to ever fold
Took the only road that I have ever known
I took the only road that I have ever known
Feeling like if I make it
I'll never make it home
It's like everyone's journey
Still ends up on the gurney
The power of will
Weights way more than attorneys
Everyday's a testimate just to keep on learning
Working out my demons through the therapy of workin
Stressing through my verses
Cause the fronts on the purchase
On the fence for results
But I'm still behind the curtains
Swervin through the fast lane
Swervin through the fast lane
Try to figure out the pain
Associated with my last name
Grinding till I die
That's working hard till my last day
Spark the light
Grab the fire
Flick tips into the ash tray
And flick tips in the ash tray
Swerving through the fast lane
Trying to figure out the paying associated with my last name
Grind till I die
That's working hard till my last day
Spark the light
Grab the fire
And flick the tips in the ash tray
Yeah
Tips In the ash try