Made money off the vacuum sealer never touched the Pyrex
Man let's go and stick up the world and split this pie Wrex
Made it out police detention still he got the reefer with him
Fat sack like Peter Griffin eating chicken
Cops no they not a fan of ares
The sacks flipped fat like Patrick
Huh, those my Og Tropicanna bars
Wisdom I been sponging up
With women I been fuckin up
The way that I been livings like a clusterfuck, half the time
These rappers that we laughing at, would die where I was trapping at
From battle raps to vacuum sacks, my life has been so action packed
Like Outkast in dem Cadillacs, I'm riding round in my Kia
Looking out for dem cops so if you wave I probably won't see ya
Stevie, Blue, they be daughters, got no time for prima donnas
Fine ass girls I eat a lotta, brush my teeth drink Fiji water
Truthfully, Roy rhyme like Common Sense
EyeJay on the track let the bars commence

To be as free as a spirit who's close to death
That's how I choose to live fuck that hopelessness
Stroll the streets of the city and it's so grotesque
A rapper can tell the story but do feelings really help?
Punchlines and cadences concepts creative
The music is innovative I jam it but still I'm jaded
Not feeling any judgment or hatred
Cuz I'm the biggest junkie for this fleeting entertainment
After we consume it, and profits are generated
My upper middle class black ass will take the bait
And go to Starbucks or Whole Foods
Fore, I grab some soul food
Long as it's convenient I ain't thinking how they sold you
Not telling us the whole truth, I wish that Nip was here
I still miss Pac and I want Lupe in a politician's chair
But instead of worshiping rappers thinking that my savior's there
My biology is God-body I solemnly swear

Raise them vibrations king
Change your mind change the scene
There's pain in the dream, it's joy in the struggle
Back back if you negative, none of that shit come in my bubble
Stunting always been an option, I just chose to play it subtle
Jumping over obstacles like new shoes and rainy puddles
Fam and them pushed heavy weight
Them heavy lifts it made em struggle
They love how I'm coming
Kicking knowledge and getting dollars
My pen make rapper sons bro I'm just a rapper's father
Crown and empire that's reserved for my baby daughter
She'll follow her own path
While commoners get led to slaughter
Giving her wisdom more important than what I bought her
Daddy couldn't sit on the bench nah I had to go be a starter
I showed out and attention garnered
Planting seeds I'm a rapping farmer
Real estate expanding too
Breaking bread with my business partners
Don't look now I been living on the edge
Wind hitting my face ignoring shit that y'all said

It's the J.U.I.C.E.K.I.D, I do this for the Two Five Three
Yo big homie know exactly who i be
You want the beef it's only goin be you I see
When I see you, it's guaranteed to be in I.C.U
You brought a strap, I might bring Two
Nicc named them thangs, Thing One and Thing Two
We not the same dude
Members only in this section we not the same crew
Pouring up the chemicals I'm feeling like Dexter
I'm Randy Savage in the bed I might suplex her
Keep a couple blue lighters all on my dresser
Yes sir, I don't think you'll find another nigga fresher
Take the weed bust it down roll it in a leaf
Don't really fucc with scrubs, I agree with TLC
Niggas hating any way so I'm a be me
RIP Big Benny and free Blackstheg