Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Realizing that any day
could be my last
I thank the most highs
for every breath that I grasp
Fuckin' with a God,
I don't think you wanna clash
I got a heart for pain,
even used to pick my scab
If I don't got my gun,
then that nigga get stabbed
I'm really from the slums,
I'm a product of my past
You can ask my moms,
you can ask my dad
Did I tell you how I dropped,
kicked a cop with a badge?
Went to Jamaica,
then I started smokin' gas
Ballin' like the Lakers,
cause I got a lot of cash
Rollin' with the papers
like a rasta with the hash
White boy been a shooter,
so we pull a Steve Nash
You wanna hold the gun,
but I'm not the one to pass
I always think ahead,
you can see I'm thinkin' fast
Faster than a flash,
gotta chase the bad
I know the money evil,
but I'm on the righteous path
For them rainy days,
keep some money in the stash
Cops wanna harass us
with the questions that they ask
But we don't give them answers,
we just tell them kiss our ass
Coulda got a Beamer,
but I went and got a Jazz
Coulda got a Glock,
but I went and got a Chopper
Nigga, if it's beef,
then I'm tying up your mama
It's all meta physics,
you can see it in my posture
I've been here before,
time traveled, I'm a watcher
Baby, baby
Baby, baby