Verse 1: Peace Manuel
I brought God with me to pop off, make you boogie or pop lock, not Glock’s
Makin’ music groovy to make the spot hot, top notch
Won’t tell you not to hate on the playa
That’s alright since a kid I’ve been getting paid off my haters
My dream was always to be prosperous on top of this paper
Keep real and kill of all of these imposturous traitors
I shake it down to the brim because in the end
I had brotha’s turn me so be careful when you vouch for your friends
Where I’m from growing up we weren’t taught how to be men
Earn a salary hope my mom will be proud of me then
But now I’m independent, on my own shit to get specific
Speaking for the youth with the intent of hittin’ switches
Listen to my beats loop, in my brothers coupe
Crusin’ the boulevard he told me “you’ll go far if you follow through”
Walk to school my mom call me told me we ain’t got not food
Anything is possible this music’s what I’m ‘bout to do

Chorus: Kiko and Kazja
I’m ridin’ in the car right now
My brotha’s in the back seat too
I gotta get this dough right now
So you know what imma ‘bout to do
My momma called me up right now
Tellin me we ain’t got no food
My family’s gotta eat right now
So imma stay up in the booth

Verse 2: Thetic
Music the escape
Reality, the cage
Always overthinkin’ my intellect becomes encaved
I am drowning in my thoughts overthinking my life
I don't wanna be a slave workin’ a 9-5
Minimum wage as the government takes away
Ungrateful people comin’ at me every single day
Sayin’ they want this, sayin’ they want that yet
Where ya ass was at when no one had my back?
You were nowhere to be found in my times of defeat so don't come around sayin
That you love me once I get some money
It’s a concrete jungle, ain’t a damn thing funny
I remember when I was bummy and everyone made fun of me
And now I see you all and oh my the tables turned
My brotha, you got burned
Whether married to that bunk bitch who ended up havin’ your kid
Or to some drug, you got addicted
I can only give advice I can’t apply it to your life
Forget about those eyes, please see with the mind
A sucka gon hate on what thou can’t relate
So eliminate the fakes, that's what I legislate

Chorus: Kiko and Kazja
I’m ridin’ in the car right now
My brotha’s in the back seat too
I gotta get this dough right now
So you know what imma ‘bout to do
My momma called me up right now
Tellin’ me we ain’t got no food
My family’s gotta eat right now
So imma stay up in the booth

Verse 3: Thetic
Mistakin’ simulations for this abstract illusion
Don't let this world fool you
Reality deceives through the technologies that were built to serve
Life gon take a curve when its power over knowledge
Don't believe in the all the lies, thoughts you should apply
Keep the brain solid for the upcoming solstice
Nor summer, nor winter it’s an uprise from the truth
Deep inside that hive mind which made us comply, feeding the beast
Witnessing consumerism all throughout the streets, that conspicuous consumption
Giving my input, hoping for the output, like a mathematical function
Thinking deep, like a lost ship that’s sunken
You think my thoughts are drunken?
Well my friend they’re not
Go check out Baudrillard and the blanks will fill in
We gullible as children believing what is told
What about behind the scenes that’s kept away so far?
What about the families in Africa starved?
Think about the slaves the place everything inside our malls?
Think about these concepts as driving your car

Chorus: Keeko and Kazja
I’m ridin’ in the car right now
My brotha’s in the back seat too
I gotta get this dough right now
So you know what imma ‘bout to do
My momma called me up right now
Tellin’ me we ain’t got no food
My family’s gotta eat right now
So imma stay up in the booth