I was on the playground playing by ear
I just hit the jailhouse homie shit's clear
If I ran out I would only switch gears
If I ran out I would air that shit out
Got damn whatchu needing from me
Got damn let me eat here in peace
Got damn that's a biggest pet peeve
This seat ain't long
I cannot waste with a clip-on
In my own race and I'm in one
Spent one night in the slammer
Didn't take long & I learned some manners
Hard to be a bitch when you got some standards
I don't have a switch I just paint my canvas
Walking with a limp we just light our lanterns
Hopping on the beat just to thank my parents
That's old times I still need it aye
That's old times I still need it aye
That's old times I still need it aye
Hit my line when you need it aye
That's old times you still need it aye
That's old times you still need it aye
That's old times you still need it aye
Hit my line hit my line
Don't look now there's a pay off
All that fake talk whatchu made off
Fucking up bitch Bernie Madoff
Tell me now bitch whatchu made of yeah
Everything you say sounding made up yeah
I don't have the time you can take up yeah
Writing all the time I just crank them yeah
Lost in the mind of his maker yeah
