Yea you know, business as uzh..
Had a whole lot of unofficial [bad word] to do
I handle stress and ship Blues to whoever's amusing
Spit [bad word] til it lit up the booth
I'm like the king with the chipped tooth
Split wit, bishop and juice are like
Don Juan Bishop - high up in the [bad word] I pity them fools, soupin through the city in jewels
Rented as use, in it for the Benjamins too
And so I'm mobbin
Why would I use it on fools gold?
When you know your [bad word] soul shines
You didn't know, nobody told you better?
Nobody every told you you can be somebody, ever?
Nobody ever said it would be easy, but geez!
I dream the pipe, scheming nightly on American cream
Still nobody believes, tryna get a free piece of these
These dreams we sell to these fiends
In jail to these things
Bling-bling, sour cream on top of everything that
You will never think ?
I don't know how I'm lean cause I love sour cream!
Give me cheese, give me cream, bread is all I need
Head is all I need, We bled for all of these
Things that I, think I'm in a dream boat
Bumping up stream, merrily
Smoking on merry green leaves
It's like..

She said its ok

Pardon, spark something up, top the hunger
In fact, when I was younger didn't have to spark nothing up
I wonder what it was that had me puffing blunts
Coughing my blood and guts up for a [bad word] buzz
Buggin out on a biz right when I got a buzz
Seeing God on green, they putting [bad word] in bucks [bad word] the stress [bad word] with success
I was always depressed, the press was like  [bad word] is up?"
I said nothing much, beside gas
She said yeah, plus the sun shine bask
Started fasting on life, peepin' subtle stuff
I gave a bum a buck, watch the kids double dutch
Bus stop pops and train trips to mama's
With books droppin knowledge on lies that once covered us
Like we ain't land on Plymouth Rock, God summoned us
Smugglers rise up from under the blue skies
Sunshine, what a day to take a walk in the rain
Wash the thoughts on your brain dry
Get lost for a change, we settin up cars for some ?
Just to cope with my lame life
Putting rings on queens that I wouldn't wife
Pushing dreams on fiends with this wooden mic
And it seems so extreme to be free
So I just adjusted to being me [bad word] .

On that new height, talking like I grew like seven inches
Great vision, I make predictions on the state of spittin
Wack rappers will remain gettin a gang of riches
I'm in the game switching, already late [bad word] Got no time to hit the brakes or the switches
Blaze off J's and the Swishers
Tobacco's for wack folks, yo, my black hope used to whisper [bad word]  time was all up in my face
Godless, John [bad word] , my mom wishing
I stick with all the Christians
Sometimes I go to church, talk some sense up at the alter
We all fall victim to systems
Mine and this business, figures and interviews
No time for interludes
Screwed up, can't even use a buck without feeling like a jerk
For what it's worth, I almost blew up, but
I heard y'all, had to kick back, wipe my shirt off
? so tough I could've jerked off
The old head said watch the cursing
Losing work cause I'm thinking about my first job: serving
God every morning
Thiking about my friends as the Earth spins
As we worship warships on the spiritual war tip
Y'all listen, we all up in this
4 [bad word] joint with the forces
Don't forget y'all have a mission, take it
To get up in this, you gotta break through the laws of physics
Simple as arithmetics
Get lifted