beautiful mind no suit or a tie just write a suitable rhyme you turn a 2 to a dime meaning you paint shit gold thats why you ain t shit i tap into ancient tradition when im playing with a rhythm you can spot me in the same car james bond hopping it this ain t rap this shit body of the track no biggie this kid is still in his prime i don t have it all yet but im more than willing to try puttin lau in the air and your boy is still in the sky make a buck tryna do that a couple million times the south side the kings county connect one verse you ain t gotta wonder how we a threat bound to be next its a movie with the sound we direct i just hope they sing about me in death fuck a check man i stay on these raps till they pay off more wax than a crayon these tracks i don t play on i just spit crack got the avon for sale been the best im just waiting on the day y all can tell for real nothing s handed you gotta get it the fast way if you want it you gotta get it the fast way if you want it you gotta take it the fast way the fast way the fast way flying eagles got my vision looking regal blowing on illegal living life like a young beatle scribble lines with little time tryna riddle minds fiddle meant for all the petty crimes money made form escapades in the everglades jaded per our label before the plans laid burned a copy like a hobby baggie on the body beat a villain twistin 40s in your building lobby me and ocular head just spit the profit out the box fit dropping knowledge young prodigy a prophet you can never knock it paid the cost out the pocket be the dream like a young rocket come equipped with that kung fu grip to lift the piff drink a fifth and im in takin rips till i trip black lip be the shit take a whiff we gettin lit nothing s handed you gotta get it the fast way if you want it you gotta get it the fast way if you want it you gotta take it the fast way the fast way the fast way  chillin back as i plot on dreams i go through green like greedy or leaves on trees a killa bee can t penetrate my aura a better reason is what im here for a i live euphoric ly for bliss and the madness on my mattress is a bad bitch actress can t cast this sharp with the pen and flow sting like a cactus leave the tactics i want things better for my team so i stitch my rhymes like hairdressers stitch weaves to my seed this is me at 21 having fun stressing over what i become fresh out the bull pit where my lessons from but thats just hip hop in my eardrum thats my first love been desire to achieve higher and shine bright like forest fires walking wires squeezing bread like pliers dodging liars they only want what they can get from you so i keep the yellow tape when they pass through true nothing s handed you gotta get it the fast way if you want it you gotta get it the fast way if you want it you gotta take it the fast way the fast way the fast way
['bay area hip hop']