We lost in the mix and motions//
Trife got us livin' life with mixed emotions//
Shit is corrupt, but it's hard to choose sides//
When guns can't draw the art of blue eyes//
It's hard to lose ties from old habits and rituals//
Ain't simple mathematics, the pattern is diffucult//
Tilt my hat so it's sittin low, walk the streets//
Grinnin', nope... grill reveals only what the fitted show//
This exhibit shows that ya fam consists of hidden foes//
You standin' high, the plan tonight'll have you sittin' low//
Learn to flip letters and words, like Vanna White//
Be ahead of the herbs until you lay dead in the earth//
My grammars tight, handle words like steering wheels//
Drop more jewels than the dues that appear in wills//
Out here we chill like our cares just don't exist//
But always step lightly and make sure to take care of the kicks//
At times niggas seem like they priorities bugged//
Gotta start the revolution, phones is already bugged//
Got ropes on our necks that the authorities tug//
One more pull, we gon roll on 'em with an army hungry for blood//