My legs treadin' in this quicksand, beatin' eggs
I see the peak and dip the grease up the pan
Feed the fam at sixteen, I wasn't no seasoned chef
It's predictable and funny we meet again
Whole 'nother thing comin' in these comin' years
We was snorin' 20s, roarin', wakin' up the dead
I speak to 'em, my grandma Juanita said it best
Roll with the punches, keep 'em comin', I'm prepared
I'ma parry somethin', variables made me bend
But I never fumble, carryin' it like a man
Even when I buckled under egregious demands
Future said the shit get colossal and I feel the man
This shit enormous, I know a pirate to set it further forward
Fly a flag high over your head
Keep a Eye of Horus when I rest open
My section focused, focal for the destitute and hopeful
Sped up on the tightrope, I seen they let it choke 'em
Cherish every moment, let it go
The cherry on top the weight offa my heavy soul
Never been lost, I remember "Nowhere2go"
New shit consumed quick, it's perishable
it with gold and it's gon' never get old
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep ya head still, the battle uphill
Stillwater's got depth, don't hold your breath
Or hold your breath
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