Lyrics
Tripping,
forgetting
we
long
living
Living
too
fast,
sinning,
making
the
crash
quicken
That's
doin
the
dash
different
I
reflect
as
I'm
detecting
The
trauma
my
dad's
given
while
ducking
the
brash
women
Modern
day
got
modern
obstacles,
my
flow
got
tires
spinning
Though
the
mission
not
impossible,
might
lose
ya
spine
in
it
Lose
ya
mind,
doing
time,
all
without
a
crime
pending
Treat
my
sign
like
a
temple
you
can't
touch
my
fine
linen
You
mighta
heard
niggas
giving
in,
just
know
that
I'm
different
Flow
cold
like
I'm
iceberg
slim,
words
I'm
pimping
The
principles
is
signed
and
sealed,
what
I'm
sending
Too
real
just
to
leave
at
yo
door,
we
pick
locks
Hit
cops
with
subpoena,
they
charged
by
the
black
nation
And
slank
got
the
facts
waiting,
we
came
from
the
back
hazing
Gotta
tell
these
crackas
what
it
was
and
will
be
Check
ya
aim,
these
the
hunger
games,
came
from
zone
3
In
the
trees,
on
the
hunt,
what
it
is,
what
it
will
be
Sometimes
I
can't
sleep
my
nigga,
can
you
feel
me
And
if
they
take
me
'fore
I
wake
at
least
I
wrote
it
down
I
used
to
rock
the
Playoff
8s
between
my
feet
and
ground
Slank
and
Sunny
sound
like
winners
of
the
rounds
In
the
zones
that
we
roam
no
time
to
slow
down,
yo
And
if
they
take
me
'fore
I
wake
at
least
I
wrote
it
down
I
still
rock
the
Playoff
8s
between
my
feet
and
ground
Yo,
real
talk,
when
I
ain't
behind
the
mic
I
feel
off
I
peeled
off,
hold
up
Real
talk,
when
I
ain't
behind
the
mic
I
feel
off
I
peeled
off,
accelerate,
I
hope
I
never
get
lost
Listening
to
Facemob,
thinking
bout
ways
to
get
my
pay
up
It's
been
a
long
day
but
I'ma
stay
up
Running
Man,
Game
of
Death,
they
the
spectators
Old
elevators,
slide
the
door,
smoke
an
L
between
the
floors
Shawty
said
she
love
my
performance,
all
season
Hibernated
in
the
winter,
spent
the
springtime
eating
Main
reason
they
ain't
reaching
to
our
level,
to
our
caliber
Cause
they
ain't
got
soul,
we
defying
all
challengers
It's
hard
to
balance
on
the
edge,
but
I'm
practicing
Same
booth,
different
day,
I
came
to
drop
facts
again
Tapping
in,
they
tapping
out
Pen
Chester
Himes,
but
I'm
rapping
out
chapters
now
It's
vivid
when
I
wrote
it
down
In
the
trees,
on
the
hunt,
what
it
is,
what
it
will
be
Sometimes
I
can't
sleep
my
nigga,
can
you
feel
me
And
if
they
take
me
'fore
I
wake
at
least
I
wrote
it
down
I
used
to
rock
the
Playoff
8s
between
my
feet
and
ground
Slank
and
Sunny
sound
like
winners
of
the
rounds
In
the
zones
that
we
roam
no
time
to
slow
down,
yo
And
if
they
take
me
'fore
I
wake
at
least
I
wrote
it
down
I
still
rock
the
Playoff
8s
between
my
feet
and
ground
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