With fiction more accepted than fact, I just kick back
Stack my chicken as I witness fast lane whips crash
Pandemonium, chaos, confusion's what we're left with
Turned off all emotions just to walk through life stressless
Prayin all my dawgs make it through hell
Livin lavish wit a bad bitch makin money that dont lead to a cell
Missin my youth i used to stare at the sky, lord why
Its hella feelings I keep deep down inside
Like why the loudpack make me this high
Once they seen me have drive they expect me to crash
My foot on the blunt, I stepped on the gas
Im all about that dollar sign i fell in love with that S with the slash
First time i live my life like every breath is my last
Pressure bust pipes and they betta watch for leek
Cause even when it was cold I still reach my goal without a soccer cleat
Eye on the prize Im tryin not to blink
If you my brother then one hand wash the other tryin not to sink
Clean sneakers but the socks was dirty, We stayed up late to get it poppin early
And thats fine if you cant relate to my state of mind then you not from jersey
With fiction more accepted than fact, I just kick back
Stack my chicken as I witness fast lane whips crash
Pandemonium, chaos, confusion's what we're left with
Turned off all emotions just to walk through life stressless
Prayin all my dawgs make it through hell
Livin lavish wit a bad bitch makin money that dont lead to a cell
Missin my youth i used to stare at the sky, lord why
Its hella feelings I keep deep down inside
Like why the loudpack make me this high
Why, cause i needed to elevate you could meet me at heavens gates
I be facin these L's its a reason to celebrate
Even days i was broke i still paid attention
Ironically stayin the same thats what made me different
Duckin popo el pollo loco i make crazy chicken
Dealin pot wouldnt pan out if i didnt play the kitchen
Just a salesman i get paid commission
Yall ear hustlers get paid to listen
Appearance of a villain playin victim
Remember when they tried to treat me like some kinda fan
Now im seein right through these bitches just like some sonograms
See im the man i always left the crime
Jehovahs witness on christmas i wasnt there at the present time
My goals are gold so no mistake when i said its mine
Forever precious & in the essence I set the time
I had to set the time
With fiction more accepted than fact, I just kick back
Stack my chicken as I witness fast lane whips crash
Pandemonium, chaos, confusion's what we're left with
Turned off all emotions just to walk through life stressless
Prayin all my dawgs make it through hell
Livin lavish wit a bad bitch makin money that dont lead to a cell
Missin my youth i used to stare at the sky, lord why
Its hella feelings I keep deep down inside
Like why the loudpack make me this high
