Sol:
BIG said the "Sky Is The Limit," but
That nigga lied because mine is infinite
And Snoop said "Bitches Ain't Shit," but
I ain't shit if I say I say I'm aimless
And Pac said he cared if ain't nobody else, but
The way they treat me they can all go to Hell
Things ain't always what they seem
And the only thing a sleeping man gains is a dream
Em told me, "All you need is bucks to be the man," but
I say fuck that with my nuts in my hand
Jay said, "You can go to school, but can't buy class," but
You can hit Google to buy swag
And Kanye said, "This shit is ridiculous," but
I'd kinda like to ask him what his vision is
And if he don't know then I'm appalled as can be
Waking up hoping it's all a dream
And Nas said all he need is One Mic, but
If it's like that nigga fuck life
TIP said that, "The reaper ain't biased," but
Why the reaper come early for the finest?
And 50 said "Death gotta be easy," but
How free is a box buried deeply
I think it's all just a set up, like
Humanity was never meant to step up
I'm thinking that I'll never understand
I'm thinking that I'll never understand
I'll just never understand
I know, I know I'll never understand
I'm thinking that I'll never understand
I'm thinking that I'll never understand
I'll just I'll never understand
I know, I know I'll never understand
But still the world singing
La, la, la, la la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la la, la, la, la
Matter fact I don't even wanna know
John Anthony:
I guess it's like: Cloud 9, step 1
Takes 2 to tango but devils can dance with 3
Johnny Blue Feet, green heart full of hope
In the city of the Cola and they say it's full of dope
City with the Roosters and she hot but for the Crow
Hopped down with the pistol, call it Malcolm In The Middle
Caddy with the buttons like a nigga play Nintendo
I'm just watching "Cooley High" smoking "Dead Presidential"
Rebels in this bitch with some broads and cigarillos
Dark chasers, white liquor, like the bar was named "Othello"
Cadillac swinging like Rocky Marciano
Got NY with me like "Revenge of the Apollo"
Atlanta in my soul, word to my autopsy and
Prices go for lower than shit my Pops taught me
Blunts thicker than a Malcolm X biography
And Rebels over everything, just like an apostrophe
Nigga this my...
Sol & John:
La, la, la, la la, la, la, la
Yea we just sparking up that...
La, la, la, la la, la, la, la
What's hard to you to me just...
La, la, la, la la, la, la, la
John:
I'm feeling like you'll never understand
Sol:
Matter fact I don't even wanna know
John:
It's just...
