[Verse 1]
I like my music like my life
Turnt up, turned 'round
I'm lookin' for that wife
See those fiery darts and I duck down
Hip-hop head on the trill track
My T.R.U.C.E. shirt, it's still black
I'm still crankin' that C-Lite cause, boy, sin is still wack
Yo, meet the team, they uptown
Still down to clown when I come around
Rich told the kids to man up, or there might a man down
And yup, few things changed since I moved off of that island
To the Westside where they wylin', Mexicans to [?]
So throw it up, four up
Too twisted, don't get it twisted
That's in and out in case you missed it
My [?], don't mean a [?]
My life is His, ain't scared to risk it
Still hate religion, take me alive
I'm still surprised, He changes guys
That's front back, and that's side to side
Shoulda seen the kid, was Slim Shady
Used to dream of ladies and Mercedes
80s baby, hey, baby
Scumbag, call me maybe?
Got turned, that's 180
Jesus saves, Word bond, yo
See Johnny out was John though
Now I'm runnin' with the truth like Rondo
No tag on my toe
I'm alive, J. Frankenstein
Dark to light, that's Michael Jack
It ain't where you from, it ain't where you at
NY blue Yankee cap
Christ crucified, it sound dope, right?
Black man, red blood
They askin' how it's so white
[Hook]
Dark to light, that's that Sammy Sosa
Dark to light, that's that Sammy Sosa
Dark to light, that's that Sammy Sosa
Dark to light, call that that Sammy Sosa
[Verse 2]
I-5, change lanes
Rotten apple, I'm switchin' trains
No yellowbone, just black and white
I'm losin' weight, child of the light
Child of the corn, my darkest night
I'm eatin' right, don't hold the toast
Just bread of life, let's hold a toast
I'm gettin' hype, that fruit, right?
My team ain't scared of Illuminati
Clowntown, we gon' ride it
Jump jump, that House of Pain
Bass loud, goin' wild
Dark to light, dark to light
Say it twice, my Mike Jones
I'm mollywhoppin' that micphone
I put it on for my time zone
? said stick and move
Ray watch, it's shown proof
I'm still standin' on 66th
I used to jock those 22's
I'm 24 and you better believe me
Grace saw that kid through 23
So if you prayin' for the weak say a prayer for me
Shouts to my doctor, West coast and my vato
Still say a prayer for that thuggish ruggish
No Farrakhan, all the homies love it
Was dead and gone, now we ride above it
Beef with the dark, no Klux Klan
Pac-Man, I caught that Ghost
Shout outs to them, Sammy Sosa
[Hook]
