Yeah
When we were young wed always talk about gettin outta town
Now Im a little older and just look at me now
I got El
While they just remain slaves to gravity
Im tryna be the first star, from another galaxy
Astronomy, looking out the sun roof, pondering
The blunt gets passed to me flaming like Calgary
I gotta take the hit before it goes out
My lungs filled with smoke I blow a couple os out
Over to my girl now, shot-gunning the dope
Call it Xs and Os the way we tic-tac smoke
Its a cats game for you pussies when I aint tryin
Cause its meaner to get them thinking that they coulda won it
But that aint nothin, cause I am the bully of this hallway
The duke of the depths
The king of the rats
So Im always, reppin
If the cats start steppin
Throw a night rats salute
To show them in the veteran
I dont give a fuck, its apparent by my raps
Find me with the team, thats the SESH rap-pack
Back seats smoking
Seat flat back
Old fashion life, smoke white, lungs black
AttaBoy