作词 : Jonas Museng'ya Speich
作曲 : Mike Scianna
Spook,
Aint sell the art and aint sell the fruit
More to share when you splits the loot

Excuse,
Get off my Johnson
Nigga this aint Compton
Yall style over substance's
mediocre content

Uh, entertainment just aint the same b
Aint supposed to sign with labels who chargin more than they pay me

- Aint really supposed to hang with these peeps who acting all friendly

Behind your back they be pushing those pins in, man jealousy too tempting

Aint supposed to get wrapped up in irrelavance

Momma always said that my
hingsight's a sign of intelligence

Me I think,
Im overthinking it
Signs of fragility

Its all bout discipline
In a blinking eye moment
turns to a memory, uh

Uh, bright city lights
But they lookin nice

Uh, hard to fly when they judge your price

Uh, L.A.X. lights we takin flight
2020 its a brand new hype



The cheddah chaser
Who busy tracing these yellow pages
Unlike most you cats, Im
Not concerned with wages

Common condition,
Call sedition for competition
We conned the mission to
Contemplate your whole vision

When Mikey starts forming these drops like condensation
Blow it out the speakers, end all argumentations

Combinations of complications in conversations causing confrontion
All constellate give me constipation

Too many assholes like porn compilations,
Unlike good sex, which proves
You need cooperation

Benefitting, we both shake hands
Instead of kissing,
She love it when I go down
Call me nasty, Im with it

Subtle tongue become serpent like
Blood circulates,
A certain lovin, not sodomite
Body escalates

The youth is bored of life
**** it up, or just spend it ****ing
Gotta get it, aint no such thing as
Being lucky
Now get it