[Swank Daddy]
Three at a time, I'm downs for mine
Hold it down, stay on the grind
Making moves before my mind
Wouldn't know it because you're blind
Twist the lid and peel your cap, copacetic, you'll be fine
Come and get it, get in line
Your condition is a crime
We swing off the edge and draw our separate design
PHDs in writing, riding harder than your kind
Meticulous for fear, your fear of what you'll never find
The parameters stay thirsty as the space between us signs
The notes above the sky, down murdered my palm
I don't plan on stopping for children on this little field
If you didn't study hard, then there's a good chance that you'll be killed
Take flight as a house fly, pray to yourself for an exit
You forgot about the story, but you amplified its message
Standing stable as a miracle hanging down amongst the skeptics
Take a lick of every apple, just to invite the danger
Fuel for any rider who knows how to handle strangers
Illusions everywhere on my narrow way to the hangar
Found a dollar in the dirt because my head was hanging low
Now I got another stop, still I need one more to go

[Mxlplx]
(Shit)
Inevitable consequences, people get what they deserve
From running over unknown fences to collecting pounds of herb
Some consequences are offensive, don’t believe all things you’ve heard
Karma hides beneath this sentence, laws of nature get observed
Understand and act accordingly, sit down on the curb
And ask yourself, "why can’t I afford any"?
Do you really want any, or do you just think so?
Don’t you already have too many? Money kills amigos
Separation of my people, never bow down to that crown, underground nose is evil
Attempt to remain illegal, low profile, incognito
But remember if you get greedy, your sick life will grow feeble
Reference to eye of a needle swinging, slicing through the thickness of this made in Taiwan jungle
All can do is try come wicked, enough to override the struggle
Can’t deny the things I’ve witnessed, spend my time inside this bubble
No one ever comes to visit, cool with me cuz them bring trouble
Mastering the art of liquid by learning how to be subtle

[G Rider]
All is fair and love in war and politics
And if you finished last, don't expect the first pick
I'm ready to get back to the house
Grab a couple blunts and smoke em out
I'm a young rider, you know what I'm about
Grab a couple blunts and smoke em out
Taxis and police cars ride on by
While I'm fueling wars by fueling my
Tank on the way to the bank
Get some money, get some food, smoke on this dank
I'm relaxing in the middle of stress
Loving my world since I'm born in the West
Go west, young man, looking for a gold chain
Call the group Fyre since it's always on the brain
The most smoked out group in history
Laying park in the gark, a playground of trees
Two hundred years ago, my soul was in the drive
Sacramento serious junkies survive
Young people smoke, young people imbibe
Weed, sex, and alcohol keep us all alive
The end of the story conclusion
Now it's time for dank and seclusion