Neither here nor there
And the streets we roll on
Hit the 605 to the 10 west, feel me?
Grey area
I'll see you on the side homie
You ready?
Uh huh
Let's go!
This is all of my product
This is some of my weight
I've been there before
What more can I say
If I ain't told you enough
We ain't lived through them days
We ain't jumped from that fence
Run out that chase
Well here's your reminder
F*ck it then, Slomo no co-signer
That's scouts honor
No free timer
Low seat rider
Won't speak 'bout it
This free profit
I seek and I see 'bout it
I'm ride or die still wine and dine
Lord knows I'm primed
This time it's mine so hey
I'm bringing out the clever and the cleaver
I'm the dreamer and the reason
I've been reaching new levels
And I'm peakin, Back from off season
Going back for the win
Like Bron Bron did Cleveland
My back to the wind
I'm feelin my breezin
Pardon my speakin
I'm up in my fees
And it's not for no reason
This Chuck taylored season
I'm cuffin my jeans
It's time to appease and we settle it
Locate your sedatives oh
I'm so repetitive
Just made that double bread
Ride like a thoroughbred
I am reloaded and I am misquoted
But that don't stack up
So here go the quotient
I am what I am
All of them labels
All of them stories
Ain't none of them fables
I'm settin the table
I'll tell you the tales
My family is stable
My homies is whales
I'm settin the sails
To ever win
They couldn't hear me
So I cleared the deficits
Who in the hell is this
Minds be the jealousis
I'm over rhymin this
Where can we find disses
Look at my finances
Must be my finests'
Year, I'm here, No fear
Let's go let's get it
Bout to blow
Y'all finished
Just give me your ear
Ah, Slo Mo
Grey Area Project