[Intro]
I'm in Duzzo's crib bitch! Man, it's gonna be all good, know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'? Y'know what I mean? See what I mean, know what I'm sayin'? Hear what I'm sayin'? See what I mean? Know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 1]:
I see palm trees chillin' on a cold beach. Fuck Wall Street, them dudes are all weak. I bend rules and venues, and lend you some raw speech, that'll make you all stall if you prank call me. You think it's funny, actually it is. I used to be a fuck up and now this kid is the shit. Never did well in school, always breakin' hella rules, ironic cause I'm usin' words I love my letters dude. It's totally poetry, locally, they always know it's me. Hopefully overseas they'll start to notice me, nobody controllin' me, that's why I got no stress. This is my life and this is my right to go left, or if I wanted to protest, yeah I'm takin' that pro-test. Seein' so much pro-gress, let's celebrate, po-et. You know it I'm a poet, always deliverin' dope shit, homie you're so sick, low key you go in. My art is ignorant, I don't ignore ants. I see beauty in it all, not just the shore sand. Have some patience, you made the door jam. Lay back to Riders On The Storm, that's my door's jam. Not in a tour van, I'm on a bicycle bumpin' Cypress Hill chillin' like an icicle. Pedal slow, like how I sip my Stellas yo, I naturally tap my feet I'm a human metronome. You can tell a phone they're a telephone but Ima tell a phony like a dude on the street sellin' broken Sony's, that's so N.Y, they try to sell shit to me, I know you tryin' to survive but I don't sell my music. If you're helpless do it, you got a passion pursue it. Life's useless if you sit around wishing you could do it. That shit is stupid, get out there and prove something. This is for everybody who told me I could do nothin'..

[Outro] Know what I'm sayin'? There's fuckin' palm trees everywhere