Ao I wake up and im on the couch blazin/ smokin dank, its neva middies that im tastin/ And i stay wit a dutch in my pocket, dont care if i get locked up/ ima stay robbin and tokin/ I love smokin, chokin on them sticky trees?/ nah, im blowin out the smoke while I lay back and flow to a tricky beat/ i've rose to a higher feat, those wit higher needs, can go buy a rhyme from me/ as far as skills go im with talent, you bitchin out/ Im flyin through to freestylebattle and come back home wit an album out/ so if you doubtin now, go catch a beat/ cuz im eatin your set as i rise to my feet.