Throw some drums in it,
Or some words, in it,
Naw this beat is too lit,
For me to lay a verse, and spit,
Awww ****,
Lets take a hit, blunts sticking like a blitz, I reminisce,
Back to the days, when the trumpets, was jumpin,
Folks all gathering around, pumpin,
No guns was dumpin,
We was just having fun back then,
Pops and grams was kickin,
Beeboop, if ya too tight,
The beat, will loosen up ya knot, old jack swing, bommerang,
And back at cha again,
**** climbin, on ya top ten,
Ill still be poppin,
Corks of champagne bottles,
That hits like a lotto,
Live today,  and dont worry abou tomorrow, down the sorrow,
Though i feel pain eases,
When i smell the scents of rain,
Or was it the strains,
Of mary jane, patiently wait to aim,
My lyrical trigger at ya brain,
Draws like a ****** drain,
Entered into ya veins,
High speed, slow down before ya crash ya needs, my breed,
Im the last of,
Dried the cries of the dove,
Feel like Prince feel, or better yet Will, they just don't understand,
The madness that sits in my hand,
Know the plan,
Keep the slaves in demand,
The best workers, are the ones that dont know, what work is,
Dusted off my collar, burned the elites flowers,
Now they call me sour, cuz books is where the real power,
Make all of these cowards devour,
Once i reign, youll feel the shower,
Bring growth through every,
Pain to grain, its insane,
That ya shamed, folks is untamed, ignorance still held the same,