Sometimes I think
What if I accepted a handout?
And then work on my own
So when it all goes down, who’s leaving by your side?
Gotta keep the circle close, never let the evil get inside
Something from the early 90’s, threw the speakers in my ride
My head rest on the head rests, I’m speedin’ and I’m high
And I don’t plan on slowin’ down
No break pass, freestyle bike
Hold up, this don’t look right
They copy us, they style by
Just wanna step dance
And they’ll do anything for it
My jump shot on point
Fuck them n***as I’mma keep scorin’
They blinded to that bullshit
Can’t really feel what’s important
Oh cause I’m workin’ hard, you think that I’m ignorin’
Your phone call, tour textes, when I was out in Texas
I entered what’s called business and I don’t see a accent
So tell me what am I to do?
Never feelin’ like it’s all for nothin’
That’s just how it be when you get the buzzin’
New friends, distant cousins
Who never lend a hand when you was getting nothing