[Verse: Korban Baxter]
Walking down this road that I should go reminisce
I been on my own since n***as just go and switch
Think I was the goat my n***a I wasn't shit
Keep me on my toes and promise you'll never split
Yeah
But I'm asking for too much
Ever since my n***as disappeared
I been intruding the Klu Klux
So I can get a clue of who tries to pursue us
So I'm undercover with the lions that eat lunch
It takes me back switching sides
Sitting at the lunch table counting all the time
Father time moving slower after every bite
Looked at my baby's eyes
I dreamt about you the other night
And I know I said the last time was the last time
But you stuck inside my head so something just ain't right
Your warm body brings me back to life yeah
And I apologize hoping that you'll hear it
Even though you won't accept it my love is like a beacon
All these bounds I'm leaping
Down another album hop skip another outcome
In the middle of bitches like I'm Malcom
Snorting powder and it's not talcum
No wonder n***as snake me
Spitting whack tracks, my n***as never ill
I complete another album so I can pay all of my momma bills
And my momma doing good my n***a keep it real
And I apologize to Rique that n***a in the hills
Yeah
Beaten like Emmett Till
Too bloody spin the wheel
My n***as wanna feel
Alive
We wanna feel
Alive
Old Friends just gather round
Hold hands rejoice
As I turn back the clock
Just to listen to all y'all voice
My n***as is getting old
My n***a bought a Royce
Sit back and just enjoy
Seat warm and bumping all that noise
Amen
Amen
Praise to be
Yeah
Praise to be
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I been on this road searching for my inner soul
As I take this stroll visions of me getting old
All these feelings wrote who's to say they getting told
My mind is taking tolls
Paying fees for my folks
But now I'm going ghost
If love was a drug I'm bout to overdose
My exes was the plug they supplied the fucking dope
Sitting in the dark I see em in my opticals
All these bitch n***as I see em as my obstacle
Do I attack em nah it isn't optimal
I rather be optimistic and take the higher road
Fucking up my brand it isn't optional
Since I'm now a man I can't be irresponsible
Yeah this life is like a rocky road
For a chocolate n***a I see me hanging by a rope
At the crossroads just to dust me off
Rolling like a tumbleweed heading towards the sun
Got nothing to regret except the death of my son
And that's not an metaphor take it how you want
Riding till I see a starry night lit up by the city street lights
This is the Philly I love it's such a delight
At the Crimson Star Casino
I'm roll up me up some indo
And take it to the indoor
Fogging up the car windows
Hanging with a James Franco
Pineapple Express yeah you get the fucking lingo
If a n***a test
Cross him out just like bingo step
And I found my place in the game
So n***as don't forget
It's Korban Baxter's threat
This album is a ten
[Outro: Korban Baxter]