[Verse 1 - Ethereal]
We're living in a world where a n***a is blessed for lies
And cursed with condition for truth
I just take a puff and keep my piece
Cause a lot of n***as is uncool
A lot of rappers is confused
Over who is who and what to do
Spitting real spit shit and on boards
That's why I say about the stu
A mad doctor who's mad proper
If you talking bout the booth
I call Shatice
I'm a bust dog, I'm a lost dog in a suit
Envision a kid
Losing his mother and gaining the wisdom
But losing his youth
Through these acoustics, I paint you my blues
Subsequently, your hands go through the roof
Ethereal is jamming like a bitch
Feel the kick
In your Chevy
Riding round two, eighty, five
Blowing Keyshia Cole, steadily
Keep on weed medalling
For my cataracts and meds see
I be battling thesе deadly thoughts
To commit sins and invest in
Some shit that's not in my bеst in's-
So I just try to keep finessing
Don't know why these n***as stay testing
But since you stepped in, get the lesson
Catch the number two to your chest and
Just admit, who is the best man
Since big lies been in the west end
I been destined, to wreck shit
No question