Lyrics Riffin - Eastman Records

Right up in the fast lane tryna get this cash
An I don't know how to read
So the numbers on the dash man
Don't mean shit, lemme grip
This mothafucka just to show you how to rock it
In a way that'll probably make the hate never stop it's
Way to dope to let the time pass
As I approach the scope to let my mind blast
Everything on site, everything on brain
All I wanna do is make a little change like
How I smoke flower by the hour to write sour raps
An patch in some sweet heat
Meditated thoughts got me feeling like a diety-he
You see me laughing? No you don't
Now I'm spell casting like the wizard
That Invented the prisms or the pyramids
I'm just trying to compliment life like syrup did
Too my pancakes, spirit here it
We need to mandate a way to fornicate
An keep a pace with the OG's

For ya, For ya
There's some things that I need to spell out
Before you toy your boy
I'm laced with poise an I'm not afraid to show out
While I'm doubting every clout cloud chasing team
I've been mobbing since 1996, Pricks
Bet ya thought I was old but this a young buck
Whose not afraid to chase the gold or go for platinum
I go for flows that prove you're acting like a chump
Whenever I grab my Glock and put it to the sky
Just to let it dump, dump, dump
Fuck this fire works lemme shake a rump an Murk the Moon
I be staying up all night tweaking tunes
That's looney assuming Buffoonery
Is the only way to bewilder the great ones
Keep their names out of your mouth an it'll be hard to take something
Off of your plate, make a name, roll the dice, make a change
But just know if I ever get stuck I wont say shit
Besides whistling dixie
The only thing worse that a two face bitch snitching is the stiches a six feet

Lately I've been on the down an out but right now
I am flying, ripping on this backwood
Soul supplying myself with the juice
Don't let all the bullshit they say jade your muse
It is you, Emulate the roots you nimkumpoop
You don't get two, life's an that's a fact
Hearts in tact, when the DJ scratches tracks
I will bring boom bap back to balance
With no malice just a pallet an a pillow plus some weed
Maybe I am just a Rasta man
With the master plan for my peoples needs
This is light work