[Hook]
A-yo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate
[Verse 1]
Just a small town boy reppin' EC-Illinois
Trying to make a bit of noise in a game full of decoys
I told you I'm not kidding when I said that I'm gonna get it
And this weed I'm gonna hit it until my thoughts forever lifted.
Go ahead and be a critic, Momma knows that I am gifted
And my dream I'm gonna live it, don't care if you cannot dig it
I come up with great melodies that seem to shake the many knees
Of the crowd and it seems they are very well and pleased
I feed them all they ever need to get away from the angry
Thoughts that also trouble me and become my sworn enemy
So let them criticize. They'll never synthesize
The type of fly rhymes and the flow that I provide
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
No gang that I am reppin'. I guess I'm too busy rappin'
So I can't give too much crap when some bullshit starts to happen
But Meijer would not hire so I'm stuck selling this fire
And no money could be wired, can't afford to get much higher
Prices boosting through the roof, need to find a new supplier
First time in a record booth, I was born to be a rhymer
I'm everything you want to be, what else do you expect from me?
Got plenty Z's of Cali trees to fill up an entire sea
I told you back at seventeen, I'd make my life out of this thing
This ever-growing grandeur dream that promotes peace and harmony
I guess you should believe in me. I live my life forever free
And always carry weed on me in case of an emergency
And need to quickly flee the scene of anti-positivity
And reform what life means to me based on all my memories
Few idols in my life, Guru and C-U-D-I
And Casanova Fly. Told to never tell a lie
It takes me by surprise that without which I would die
And bring tears to your eyes as you finally realize...
[Hook]
A-yo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate
[Verse 1]
Just a small town boy reppin' EC-Illinois
Trying to make a bit of noise in a game full of decoys
I told you I'm not kidding when I said that I'm gonna get it
And this weed I'm gonna hit it until my thoughts forever lifted.
Go ahead and be a critic, Momma knows that I am gifted
And my dream I'm gonna live it, don't care if you cannot dig it
I come up with great melodies that seem to shake the many knees
Of the crowd and it seems they are very well and pleased
I feed them all they ever need to get away from the angry
Thoughts that also trouble me and become my sworn enemy
So let them criticize. They'll never synthesize
The type of fly rhymes and the flow that I provide
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
No gang that I am reppin'. I guess I'm too busy rappin'
So I can't give too much crap when some bullshit starts to happen
But Meijer would not hire so I'm stuck selling this fire
And no money could be wired, can't afford to get much higher
Prices boosting through the roof, need to find a new supplier
First time in a record booth, I was born to be a rhymer
I'm everything you want to be, what else do you expect from me?
Got plenty Z's of Cali trees to fill up an entire sea
I told you back at seventeen, I'd make my life out of this thing
This ever-growing grandeur dream that promotes peace and harmony
I guess you should believe in me. I live my life forever free
And always carry weed on me in case of an emergency
And need to quickly flee the scene of anti-positivity
And reform what life means to me based on all my memories
Few idols in my life, Guru and C-U-D-I
And Casanova Fly. Told to never tell a lie
It takes me by surprise that without which I would die
And bring tears to your eyes as you finally realize...
[Hook]
( Guru Gru )
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