Stuck beneath my goals, digging out the hole like a barrel and the smoke, if you think i fear you than you bold, i'm comparable to cold, man ya niggas need respect and some theraflu to go, ain't no therapeutic flows, when you hear the dude compose
and I been running from the jakes, I got some emeralds to glow, I pray that I'm memorable when old, visions of my past got my temple moving slow, I need a medal with some gold, I steady pedal in these roads, I'm ready for confetti, spittin' heavy till I choke, he said I'm like a yetti holding coke, cause you don't even know if its the yetti or the coke, stumble off my papa henny, ready to explode