[Verse]
Some of us ain't had no control, ain't had no option
I done found my mind so many times, and then I lost it
Feel like Eric Koston, I put the grind in, I ain’t stopping
I'm on that shit too often, you can see it in my eyes
But you ain’t even realize I don’t even need hide mine
The fit was Undercover like I be swinging from the skylines
For the hard times, my mans got the magazines they talking about no High Times
My BABY-G keep dying, you should notice I ain’t got time
I’m trying to unlock my mind, but I feel trapped in
Stepping out in Final Home and then I’m hopping back in