[Verse 1]
If i tell you, Sons is Sunday
And Psycho's Monday, then this is Tuesday
Then this is doomsday, and what the judge say
Ain't never fair play, we always guilty
So let my tape play, never airplay
We'd block the airways, use an ashtray
This straight fire, and flames is only getting higher
From the land where sea creatures breathing oxygen
And they spitting fire
I get my pen when my thoughts get on the choo-choo
I'm old mixed with new like 1972 plus 22
Ind if i ain't big by then, i'll come back when i'm 22
Do not ask me what it do, i didn't change
I grew up too, so if i ain't fit in your shoes
Or copping your jewels, or fuck with your crew-next
I'd still be here, making hella progress
Even small steps, could fuck around
And take me to that apex, do a backdrop
If any nigga, claiming that he up next
I'm reaching out, spreading tentacles over every worthy aspect
1-9-7-2 getting further, i play that magnet
[Hook]
Mayne, i took a took a fifth of henny to the head
Smoking with my nigga, then he said
I see demons, rectangles, circles, and angles
And shapes that, in person, i can't fold
I can't fold, i can't throw, this ammo
Outta tha, tha window, it's too hot, it's too cold
We get high, we get low
The time go, as we grow
If we change, then you know
The time go, as we grow
If we change, then you know
[Verse 2]
I ain't depressed my nigga, i popped a couple pills
And lately i been thinking, should i stress this shit
Or maybe chill, once everybody on your neck
Mayne, that pressure just start to build
And once you snap, you fucked up
They put you in the noose and go for the kill
This shit too real, Ayyy! Or maybe these niggas too fake
They taking shots, and play games like your ass all on 2k
Yayy-Ayyy, i been walking with my, head in the cloud
But my, feet in the ground, i ain't, doing that loud, Ma-mi
I ain't quit yet, i just reset
This a new set, bought a tool-set
Just the two set, it's not a week yet
So fuck a regress, fuck the cheapest
Fuck you reach us? we'd drown you out
You screaming Jesus(Je-sus!)
I'm in a playground full of mood swings
And im hanging on to these new kids
Cause old niggas ain't buying shit
In a play-ground full of mood-swings
And im han-ging on to these new-kids
1-9-7-2 ain't like this shit
[Hook]
Mayne, i took a took a fifth of henny to the head
Smoking with my nigga, then he said
I see demons, rectangles, circles, and angles
And shapes that, in person, i can't fold
I can't fold, i can't throw, this ammo
Outta tha, tha window, it's too hot, it's too cold
We get high, we get low
The time go, as we grow
If we change, then you know
The time go, as we grow
If we change, then you know
[Verse 3]
I don't even fuck with none of you niggas
I don't even rate ya'll niggas
Ya'll niggas ass, ya'll niggas weak, ya'll niggas trash
Straight up
I got niggas that'll freestyle
Better than niggas is rapping songs on tv, nahmsayin?
What the fuck is that, my nigga?
How you get signed, my nigga?
That's bullshit, still real shit
Spark up, tryna take a hit
She say she never smoked, but she rolling weed
And imma pray for you bitch
Get on your knees
I'm only tryna fuck
Nope, i ain't tryna wife
And don't be trusting these hoes they fuck up your life
Word to badass, i know a bitch that put spikeholes in the condom
To(The) form a(of) zy(psy)- Nigga swing that shit
I got, 3 beats, and i put em in one
Asking why i rap, Innanetape, track 5, yuh
It's only real that i spit it in a manner so artificial
So when it drop, you feed off knowledge
Parallel, to time travel
See i travel, through your ear
Permanently stuck up in your head
If you bop, that mean you feeling
My job done, and now you fed
See i ain't playing with no niggas
I got most these rappers scared
But my squad'll bury all rappers
Play-acting that they dead, Wassup?
