Kickin’ it in my dancin’ shoes- That's that fancy cool. Feelin’ super zen like a praying mantis do. Just a hooligan dandy- fuck around keep it smooth. Unless you hold my love for ransom, I don’t answer to you. ‘Cause I am my own spirit guru. My moral compass is fine. If you insist on being offended that's your decision not mine. Kickin’ it in my dancin’ shoes- that's that fancy cool. Feelin super zen, a panda munchin’ bamboo shoots. People notice my presence; don't gotta demand my due. Like damn Ion mean to be rude, but dude handle ya boo lookin’ crazy. She think I’m fly, you barely flutter. You think you high? Your weed barely mutter. I run shit bases covered, y'all basic goodwill bunting. Ion think my rappin’ days are numbered; best get used to me buddy. Keepin’ it 100 is effortless. Ion know any better. Go long for the snap with my rap. Toss it back like a beverage. Goodie sick and it's catching- so cold y'all under the weather. And I’ma bring the fuckin’ thunder- Electric, let’s get it. Feelin’ fresh as the devil, say I'm a son of the messiah. Ion know that I buy it, yo that shit’s not on sale. Got my sights on the heavens, skinny white ass on this low rider I will never be quiet. Hook Kickin’ it in my dancin’ shoes, think I'll click my heels, Sure there's no place like home. Shit, there's no place like here. Atlanta dirty south swaggin’, LA gets all kinds of weird. It's all good in the Holly hood. Ya boy gets shoutouts and cheers when I'm skatin’. I smile, ha ha I love it. See this girl on my arm? Guess what, we fuckin’. Just a hooligan dandy, a handsome curmudgeon, I stay up to big shit, go ‘head and break out the plunger. Keepin’ it 100 is effortless. Ion know any better and I don't see that shit changing. That's my word to forever. Y'all ain't heard nothin’ like this before. That's word to whoever. Goodie turn up on the track- It would be my pleasure. Walk in tardy to this party. I'm sorry but it's whatever. Shawty bitin’ on my ear so I gotta wrap this up. Dancin’ shoes, dancin’ moves, dance through every endeavor- Goodie’s super stupid elegant get sloppy as fuck. So far in my experience I’ve found nothin’ is certain. Nothin’s promised, nothin’s set in stone, But I’m havin’ a hell of a swell time. Sup Mama. Wanna bust a move on the flo’? Coolcool let’s go. Hook

Speaking, it's Mister Stretchy Fantastic. With a microphone and a matchstick I'll guide my way through the blackness- unknown. Traffic we up against is batshit crazy ignorance so I'ma stick to the path, keep gettin' it, 'til I'm sippin’ champagne from a throne. Be like, "what’s hannenin'? what’s poppin'?" Feelin' lofty- I got this. Top of my game, top of my class- shit, boy I got options, couple prospects. Ain't no contest. I don't feel the need to compare myself to my surroundings, so fuck off and do whatever. I'ma murder these beats, stay swervin’ these streets smokin' purple green weed. On my bicycle I creep, pedaling slow. I cruise the streets of Uptown real low key peddling dope. Goodie Freshness 'til I croak. Boy, I'm just lettin’ ya know the levees have broke. Flow's catchy but it's deadly fa sho. Don't choke. I keeps it easy while I'm grindin'. That's a given. Working really fuckin' hard to make it look like I'm chillin'. Just tryna kick it, fuck shit up, match reality with vision. Tryna knock it out the park, motha fucka, extra innings. I may not fit the market but I finished what I started so fuck with goodie G we 'bout to make this a party fa sho. Hell yeah I keep it cool and casual, but I don't do sabbaticals. I stay leaning on my brain schemin' "hey, let’s get something out of you! Let’s create demon magical dreams, take a swing at this life!" And shit, my team tryna break the bat so people cover your eyes- Gets ugly. Catchin' love like "preesh." We try to take it in stride. Just keep it humble. Learned from Dumbledore to keep pride inside and strive to let confidence and compliments come from a list of accomplishments, bruh, as opposed to illegitimate, two-bit bullshit nonsense bravado, ya punk. Check it out: I'm the Confucius cowboy- little bit wise, little bit rowdy, little bit brash, no time to be cowardly. Eye on the prize, other on the hourglass shut up sucka I'm twerkin, so if you 'bout it lets get crackin'. Fuck a game, this a battle. Ain't shit lavish. Quit on me I'll fuckin' stab you. No half-assin' in this circle- that's for certain. It's called passion. We determined, boy. Ya heard me? Up all night burnin' this herb, spittin' murder, I'm never so happy as when I'm workin' with purpose. Hook

Another beautiful day in sunny, sunny Los Angeles I’m burning up. Tell me what you’re willing to do for me. All these beautiful faces wanna smile for the camera but I’m coughin’ up blood. Time flies by in the desert ruthlessly. I’ve already won. Don’t plant the seeds; the rain will never come. Implant the seeds- the fantasy- into the brains of the young. The chosen one could be you, or you, or you, or you. Suck it up. Another beautiful day in sunny, sunny Los Angeles. I stare at the sun. Blind to a stranger on the street. Who are you to me? Thirsty for the scandal, y’all remember your manners. You’re scum. Haven’t you heard enough? This city changes us so gruesomely. Hook Suck it up. Don’t fuck it up. Shoot straight, no respect for a sucker punch. If you’ve got the stuff come run with us. You think you tough enough? x2

Tryna roll with the cool kids? Better get yourself a bus pass, we broke ha. Rollin’ deep, we tryna cool it. Yo our ride ‘bout to pull away. We better bust ass. Hold up! Let's get it. Tryna hop a ride You got a buck fifty? Grab your ticket, come with me. I'm already swervin’, not even tryna drive. Actin’ up, give a fuck if it takes some time. We whippin’. Mass transit water bottle sippin’, we sly. Pass ‘em round, pound ‘em down, then hit the town with these women. We bringin’ this party. My crew gets ratchett, no lie. And if anybody flexxin leave they ass outside! Ok Boy you loaded? Me neither. On this road to riches yo I’ma take the fuckin’ bus. I'm a soldier, a trooper, yeah ya dude’s no diva. Got cold feet? Your sneakers need to be laced up. ‘Cause I hear it time and again: They talkin’ shit if they can afford it. Won't be caught dead up on the bus line. “It doesn't go anywhere! I’ma be shot dead!” If you rode one time you'd know that shit works just fine bougie ass. Lookin’ out the window it’s a movie passin’ by. That Los Angeles skyline shine that glamorous lime light. The smog hidin’ that Los Angeles-type crime. Smell the fear of the masses tryna break into the high life ha. Penthouse miniature high rise, workin’ on the eighth of eight floors. I don't get home ‘til it's night time. I'm puttin’ in the hours, makin’ the most of my time. Clock is ticking ‘til prime time. Wasn't born for the sidelines. Cool it on the metro, LA drivin’ is terrible. Shoutout to my people reppin’ that metro area. Where you at? We got ‘em scared of us cross section of America. Tryna make our way, but getting’ there will take some character. Hook Movin’ with the rhythm of the traffic writing bars. Hollywood Boulevard, I’m a Hollywood star. It's bizarre lookin’ out the window at these Hollywood cars. Rolls Royce, Lambo, Bentley: one by one the ants march. What the fuck is that? Nothin’ but a display of wealth. I bet you half them shits are rentals- play the cards you’ve been dealt. I'm been hungry for the come up. I’ma tighten my belt. The monthly pass up on my tap card, ya boy top shelf. Cream of the croppin’, king of the bus stop. I'm nodding wassup to these raggedy people draggin’ their shoppin’. Fuck complaining, we happy people just glad of the option. ‘Cause I'm down for some walkin’ but I'm not tryna get robbed in the streets Los Angeles. Yo I got $3.50 in my pocket. Shitty prospect when we walk at night. Come get me. Cautious as I can be, half-conscience with my friendlies ‘bout to hop a ride, pop inside. We'll get there in a minute. Cool it on the metro, LA drivin’ is terrible. Shoutout to my people reppin’ that metro area. Where you at? We got ‘em scared of us cross section of America. Tryna make our way, but getting’ there will take some character. Hook I swear I can get you there, just follow me boo headed to the best night of our lives, relaxin’, talkin’ witchu. Tell me things I wanna hear, baby, promise they’re true. The city flyin’ by, got no problems we cool. x2 Hook Ridin’ to the scene, disembark. No need to park. What's behind door number one? That ID card is the spark. Dancin’ sexy the dark, make out hard that's a start. A spliff and some mischief up next, just find me a park.