[XEL]
See, I woke up this morning with a lot on my mind
But with the age it get better like a bottle of wine
I hit the throttle and climb, shit, I thought I was flyin'
But they don't know my brain at all, man I caught all the signs
Follow in line, I'mma lead them to the slaughterhouse
Fuckin' rats in this game, I don't need them, man I caught a mouse
Thought about, try'na toss 'em out, there's a lot of doubts
Tell me why they would never let me fly, cause if anybody try...
To stop me, then I'm on a route
On a mission to the top, and I never gave a fuck
If they listenin' or not, and they call me the evil author
Twistin' up the plot, man, your vision gonna stop
Cause you can't reach these levels
I'mma do the best I can to try to release these devils
And they sayin' I'm a loser with a dream, but it's okay
Cause I'm mixin' up the green with the Jose’
Throw a couple capsules in my mouth, then I'm out
Lookin' at the scenes it’s a roadway
So fuck y'all, you ain't seen me in like five years
So well put together with these bright ideas
Family dyin' every other month, doin' the best I can
To try to fight my tears
Lookin' at the map, I've been cookin' up this crack
Get pushed and I react, roll the kush up out the sack
Go ahead, judge me, but the people rollin' with me
Knowin' that they always gonna be... livin' lovely
Me and my cousin blew a grand in a weekend
We had the evil in our veins, couldn't even stand with a deacon
I don't fuck with religions with their pamphlets and preachin'
See, I'm takin' my fans to the deep end
And my brain cells melt in the cancerous regions
I answer with trees and
XEL got it fuckin' stitched on my KC fitted
You with that wack shit? Try to replace me with it
Man this state means business
And they sayin' I ain't shit, well, I hate these critics
I'mma show up at they doorstep
With a switchblade, better watch your steps
Stomp em’ with the Gore-tex, force-fed
These motherfuckers, thinkin' they a Godfather
Till they wake up in they whore's bed with a horse head
Yeah, I rep the Rez, ain't no country bumpkin
Got a hundred on the bag, and them subs are bumpin'
Had a motherfucker try'na check me he failed, man
It wasn't nothin', try'na get a fuckin' buzz or something
When I was 10 years old, almost went to military school
But still I bury fools, sold weed from 14 to 18
Cause I'd really rather have more green than straight green
The lord king you're hating, it really seems to me like
Your team is waiting (Yeah, they waiting)
Fed myself and the family around me
Paid my bills but insanity surround me
Calamity done found me, fillin' up a bucket
Full of dreams with the canopy to drown me
Shit, you don't fuckin' get it, I been doin' this for years
Ain't nobody even believe in it, get ruined by your peers
Grew up in the slum shit, from the sewers I appear, no...
You are not a fear, only scared of ghosts and bees
You ain't on that list, get a bong, fat rips
I been gone past six, ain't nobody gettin' through to me
Gotta go spit it fluidly, they really need a song that hits
Man, my people put me on, I don't take all the credit
Do my shit in one take and you fake all the edits
When you punch-in, man, I punch in your face
And tell it's sunken, slumpin'
Erase you pathetic MC's if you even call yourself that
Had a huge plan but it all just fell flat
You wanna beef with X, then you gon' need respect
Somebody tell me where the million dollar wealth at
And I started this Xtraordinary flow
Motherfuckers 'bout to get buried low
[Outro]
Wake me up when I'm on
Take me out this time zone
Conquer the town while I'm stompin' the ground
Ain't no talkin' with me, cause my mind gone
Yeah, my mind gone...
It's the answer
