Gone With The Wind
Verse 1)
Yeah, I had juice before Kool-Aid, Capri Sun’s
And the white bread we wished it was sesame buns
With the right players Roy Ayers played on the speakers
Roll the dice prayers of pairs, get them sneakers
I got homies that’ll ride if I say so
Quab on the beat from Trinidad and Tobago
Well connected from a suit and tie to rocking Play Cloths
Disrespect will have you making calls from a payphone
Paranoid as fuck when it’s only Jake from State farm
Please, my steak’s parm and the tanks armed
I could give a fuck about the people with power that keep their gates up
Cause I still be on my way son

(Chorus)
Catch me out in London, all the way to Japan
Pinky and the Brain took my mind as a youngin’ so the world is the plan
I’m sick of self destruction, and I’m tired of the man
All I know is one damn day I’m a make it and be gone with the wind

(Verse 2)
Behind lines of enemy tribes I quested
From seeing cops pull out Glocks without question
Knowing Pac got off his shots my only mention
Of an equal opportunity, the beauty of a weapon
Man down. We’re trying to beat the system before a virus lash out
Shit we’re trying to find the real, she ain’t wearing lashes out
My homie hit a lick for a taste of that power
Told him quick don’t trip around the pool you might drown
Maneuver these waters smoother than otters
Get tools to be sharper than butchers and carvers. Talking conscious
From a queen to a pawn, king to a god
You don’t even need a sheet on your tongue to beat the mirages
(Chorus)
Catch me out in London, all the way to Japan
Pinky and the Brain took my mind as a youngin’ so the world is the plan
I’m sick of self destruction, and I’m tired of the man
All I know is one damn day I’m a make it and be gone with the wind