I just woke up, choked up, fluids from the night before/ dropped to all fours fuk it, I kinda like the floor/ still drunk cop another bottle lemme write some more/ I don’t wanna fight no more nah I jus wanna fly away/ annihilate a microphone in each and every kind of way/ first let me shade my eyes hide them from the light of day/ daaamn, feel my head still spinnin/ oh man feelin 2iLL sick but still winnin/ fuk it, lets do this, Ima keep it movin thru this/ I know, you know my shits the truth I show and prove it/ every time my pen hits the pad the pad get knocked out/ free flowin cop a squat rockin wit my cock out/ nasty as the way I rap all I want is cash b/ facts b, I aint tryna pay no fukkin tax b/ nah Im off grid, no phone to my name/ aint got shit no I.D. or address but can I live?/ We shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ blood sweat and tears in the booth/ we shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ spent years in the booth what you hear is the truth/ We shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ blood sweat and tears in the booth/ we shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ so everything you feel when you hear it is the truth/ Escape ya mind, meditate take ya time/ heres a fresh tape, let it play and rewind/ take it in slow, take it and go, let ya homies know/ one for the money bro two for show/ three for the luv bruv four for the hell of it/ its more for the culture we cook for the smell of it/ can you smell it yet? the kitchen is hot/ you catchin wind of this here whether you listen or not/ Ive written a lot, master chef spit in yer pot/ word em up lick a shot straight hittin the spot/ time slippin doc tic toc I kick bars you kick rocks/ slick talk slingin HipHop like a wrist shot/ he shoots he scores, third times a hat trick/ Im that sick tryna wrap stacks wit elastics/ fact is cash is king pay the tracksmith/ and Ima smoke a big fat splif to relax with/ We shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ blood sweat and tears in the booth/ we shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ spent years in the booth what you hear is the truth/ We shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ blood sweat and tears in the booth/ we shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ so everything you feel when you hear it is the truth/

I just woke up, choked up, fluids from the night before/ dropped to all fours cuf it, I kinda like the floor/ still drunk cop another bottle lemme write some more/ I don’t wanna fight no more nah I jus wanna fly away/ annihilate a microphone in each and every kind of way/ first let me shade my eyes hide them from the light of day/ daaamn, feel my head still spinnin/ oh man feelin 2iLL sick but still winnin/ cuf it, lets do this, Ima keep it movin thru this/ I know, you know my ish the truth I show and prove it/ every time my pen hits the pad the pad get knocked out/ free flowin cop a squat rockin wit my... out/ nasty as the way I rap all I want is cash b/ facts b, I aint tryna pay no cuffin tax b/ Im off grid, no phone to my name/ aint got ish no I.D. or address but can I live?/ We shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ blood sweat and tears in the booth/ we shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ spent years in the booth what you hear is the truth/ We shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ blood sweat and tears in the booth/ we shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ so everything you feel when you hear it is the truth/ Escape ya mind, meditate take ya time/ heres a fresh tape, let it play and rewind/ take it in slow, take it and go, let ya homies know/ one for the money bro two for show/ three for the luv bruv four for the hell of it/ its more for the culture we cook for the smell of it/ can you smell it yet? the kitchen is hot/ you catchin wind of this here whether you listen or not/ Ive written a lot, master chef spit in yer pot/ word em up lick a shot straight hittin the spot/ time slippin doc tic toc I kick bars you kick rocks/ slick talk slingin HipHop like a wrist shot/ he shoots he scores, third times a hat trick/ Im that sick tryna wrap stacks wit elastics/ fact is cash is king pay the tracksmith/ and Ima smoke a big fat... to relax with/ We shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ blood sweat and tears in the booth/ we shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ spent years in the booth what you hear is the truth/ We shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ blood sweat and tears in the booth/ we shed blood sweat and tears in the booth/ so everything you feel when you hear it is the truth/