Verse 1:
Alone in this iddy biddy world
feel cool being little on ol' me
thats why , i'm so free wouldn't
pay a cent for ya thought , no siree
thats wild, coo coo, wozers
birthed from the concrete but
grew into a flower
while life keep spinning by the hours
Hook:
It's something, It's something
in the air, slowing them down
x2
Verse 2:
Now tell me you don't want that position
splinters in ya ass, from every game
you sitting, now thats the correlation to benchin'
don't it hurt ? Life get worrisome you don't
never work, you really no pain, you don't know
hurt, what the fuck you wining bout ?
get on nigga! what the fuck the timing bout ?
get homes nigga! When everybody made figures
you justified as the regular nigga, now don't that
lie form to motivation? This is Emmit Smith
killing Walter Payton , God over satan
moving on pacing , you can not erase it for
every thought I process is a facelift
for seeing what's idolized in the matrix
that's the reason why niggas will never make it
Hook
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