[Verse 1: Quadry]
Twiddle my thumbs, I'm ignant
Should've left me where you found me, huh?
Profit off my pigment
Fifty-fifty split it (Okay)
I just brought my n***as to make sure you was on up and up
Mike run 4.3, what the fuck?
I feel you looking down on us
All that shit you talk, you let my name slip out your mouth
I let it slide 'cause I want shine and move up out my mama house
I told myself just one more time, I'll punch him in his fucking jaw
There go my ride, I'll pay that fine, I'll get there slow, I'd rather walk (What up?)
But it wasn't all bad
Kendrick said I got it, Frank helped me with butterflies before a show, so what you call that?
Legend in the making
Get back to my basics
Me and Joe go back and forth, we whip our foreigns around Baker (What?)
Baby, shake the world up
Started with our hood first
George and Leonard made me, you take credit for my growth spurt
I know you might hate it, thought you saved me, I was here first
Can't discover natives
Nah, let get it shaking

[Chorus: Quadry]
Trunk space filled up, big rims rolling
Cold drink, big cup, baby, what you holding?
Shell closed, Buffalo, damn, what's open?
My mind somewhere, my soul open
Trunk space filled up, big rims rolling
Cold drink, big cup, baby, what you holding?
Shell closed, Buffalo, damn, what's open?
My mind somewhere, my soul open
[Verse 2: Topaz Jones]
I used to feel like it wasn't no space at the table for me
'Til one day I was able to eat off they plate and it tasted like me
No, I ain't signed to a label, but they know if I drop a tape, it's a major release
You making me sneeze, allergic to herbs except for what burn in this paper, my G
Take my tiempo, I'm finding my tempo, I grind like a pestle inside of a mortar
No more bravado, we bored of hearing 'bout how n***as shine like menorahs
Or really kinaras, reminded of how once my mama had made us all celebrate Kwanzaa
But that didn't stick 'cause in the nine-nine and two thou', I was Juvenile more than conscious
Cash money on my mind, bitch (Ha)
OutKast, going rhombus
Whole squad rocking fake yellow gold ropes, n***as look jaundiced
Peace sign on the MySpace, told 'em sound off in the comments
I ain't kept a damn thing I had back then except my promise
And my palms itching, got the monkey pox
Stack of hundreds make the rubber pop
Busta Bust, it's time to cut the locks
This light of mine nine hundred watts
This idle mind write a bunch of plots
But the Big Dipper stirring up the pot
Now I'm cheffing out here serving everybody, you don't get it probably, take it from the top

[Chorus: Quadry]
Trunk space filled up, big rims rolling
Cold drink, big cup, baby, what you holding?
Shell closed, Buffalo, damn, what's open?
My mind somewhere, my soul open
Trunk space filled up, big rims rolling
Cold drink, big cup, baby, what you holding?
Shell closed, Buffalo, damn, what's open?
My mind somewhere, my soul open