作词 : Jonas Museng'ya Speich
作曲 : Mike Scianna
Baggie pants
With black hoodies
Put me back in the trance

Aint no halfing these plans
We got one chance

We was up until like too late
pockets thin, like a soufflé
Getting drunk on a Tuesday
Wake up with tooth ache

Trynna **** somebody
Wanna wreck those walls
- Wake up early and
Correct those flaws

Uh,
New rap album dun made my day
Brought the spark back like my name Mahlay

Im aiming high
Only way
Or else bite up on the cyanide
See it thru the Zion eye
Long shots, I desire mine

Uh, check
Up in these booths
Straight living what i dun choose
Aint no shit dont get it confused

Cruising thru the night
Highway bright
But the city sleeps

I get the sense
Goose gumps on my skin
they run too deep

I had the spot up
Everyone came thru in instant
Whole building turn to piss stench
Weed plants with the rich stank

Momma came back and found those cracks and cradles
Same night I left the house
Relationship turned fatal

Momma went to back to Kenya
Now we text often

Makes you wonder how to fix shit
When you mess your shot

Fried food at one twenty too
The city sleeps
Cept the youngins up creeping
Looking for they peace

Check, uh
What you gonna do
before your time is over
Step the **** up
Or get pushed over

Im done with you niggas
Wasting my time and energy
Replacing the ones who bailed on me
With the real ones who stand with me

Uh, we was up until too late
Pockets thin, soufflé
Getting drunk on a Tuesday

Baggie pants
With black hoodies
Put me back in the trance

Aint no halfing these plans
We got one chance

We was up until like too late
pockets thin, like a soufflé
Getting drunk on a Tuesday
Wake up with tooth ache