It´s kill or be killed Not heal or be healed, fake is the new real
I wanna say, "What happened to hip-hop?" but then I´d be naggin´ I wanna say you niggas wack but then I´d be braggin´ Huh, the last dragon, flame thrower Lawn mower, charge toward Your greener grass, bypass your bandwagon ´Til it´s all over, bring the white flag in Towels get thrown, thrones get new kings Feelings go numb cause you´ve been through things Balls get dropped, pause, think hoop dreams Get fried over the gravy, that´s poutine, see I decorate my emotions in metaphors Tell stories with allegories, so on, so forth But who give a shit? The long lost lyricist Niggas got rich talkin´ nonsense, get yours
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around
In a world so cold at least the sun is out Live in my mind, I question everything To that point I don´t know what to think I don´t know what to think I don´t know what to think I don´t know what to think Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around (Ayy, man, look)
Hopped of the porch like, "One of these days I´ma hop out the Porsche", caught up in a daze Had a pack of Newports, couple dollars to my name Some knowledge in my brain and my best foot forth I never been afraid, I´m protected by a force I can´t really explain and I´m guided by the source Fuck up out my way ´fore I knock you off course I was donkey of the day, now I´m on my high horse
I, shoot for the moon and keep a gun around Janky promoters always gave me the run around Hard times like (Huh), bad trips like (Huh) Head to the sky like "Can I win one time?" (Fuck!) Yeah, ´tis the question I had to eat, the industry was giving me indigestion But opting out ain´t a option in my profession You don´t know what I´m talking ´bout though, here´s the lesson
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around In the world so cold at least the sun is out (Soul) Live in my mind, I question everything To that point I don´t know what to think I don´t know what to think
I don´t know what to think I don´t know what to think Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around