Sparking up my weed (x4)
*inhale*
*exhale*

[Hook]
Can't stop and it won't stop
Yeah you rap but you won't pop
It's a long shot
Can't stop and it won't stop
Yeah you rap but you won't pop
It's a long shot

You n***as got a long way to go man
N***a it's a long shot
Yuh

[Verse 1]
I smoke the bombest dro, n***a it's phenomenal
N***a now we blow, fuckin' with college hoes
N***as playin' dominos, somebody bout to lose they hold
Rasta flow, my brodee bro Logic know
We Bobby Soxer hoes, we poppin' though
These n***as can knock the flow but I'm too in my zone
Wait a minute though, n***as rather lay up in a ho
I was layin' low trynna get my head right
Ready for a change, ran into a dead end
Turned around and told myself I was finna rap right
Left life on the next flight, ugh
Sky's the limit and you dead right
Dizzy Wright get it every night
Substance to the game made a name
Now I got a message for the lames
[Hook]

Ugh... pretty much

[Verse 2]
East side til' I die ho
I could take over the world with my eyes closed
Legal marijuana patient I ain't worried 'bout 5-0
Changin' up the new God flow
Tell me something you alive fo'
If God died for us, tell me who you finna die fo'
Slow down, ride slow, don't forget your Bible
The Golden Age, you livin' in a cycle
N***a you dealin' with a psycho
He go by Dizzy Wright though, with the rifle
In 1991, I'm lookin' like Michael
The same year that the police beat up
On Rodney King and gave us something to fight fo'
Ight bro, don't push it, I was scared when I couldn't
And now that I came in I shouldn't
I'm knowin' my limits, but this the beginning
And they gon' support to the fullest
We out here, real rap get them other n***as out here
You feel that? Fuck that, I ain't givin' out no passes
Them lazy ass rappers ain't allowed here
Found here, 'round here with the bosses
Down here, turn my home to my office
Spreadin' light like a King, so a n***a standoff-ish
Always sayin' something when I'm talkin'
This a message to the n***a barkin'
[Hook]

N***as trynna play me out?
N***a it's a long shot
Last verse

[Verse 3]
I've been rapping all of my life
I ain't askin' y'all for no stripes
I would go toe to toe with any ho n***a
I ain't askin' y'all for no rights
Fuck yo platinum plaques, if you gettin' lazy
I'm takin' off on yo life
Pick up the pace, as I grace that fight
Can't relate, he a fake cause he ain't that nice
Pick up the eighth at night
Crazy how they praise my life
N***a workin' like a slave at night
(But you hate that right?)
For my n***as in the cage at night
This the music that'll save yo life
(When it ain't alright)
Left it on a n***a brain all night
Let it sit so it cook right
So many people are attracted to the possibility
Of what it looks like, you hear the hook right?
I was birthed to be the man, ugh
But is it worth to be the man?
I love my life a little too much to hate on your's
So I work for me and my fans
When I'm deserving, I still hustle
Like I have not earned it
Concerned with not nothing I'm learning
These n***as ain't been on my level for weeks
Ahead of my time, let my Legacy speak
[Hook]