[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Lofty nigga, Chalk on the beat
[Verse]
Spent my late teens in the 21 and up club fucked up
Duckin all the dumb fucks fightin'
I'd rather be lightin' a J with the fam in a van with a book in my hand
To get enlightened, that's the goal that we all share
Never frightened, 35 g's in the air, grab the Triton
That nigga Chalk is the heir to Poseidon
Residing overseas with the phone line in perfect timin'
Mos Def an apparatus and nothing matters
Froze death with my status just to crush hands
That never made it to recycling, we touch hands
Cuz the Ukranians be cycling the blunt stance
As the premium medicine better than
Television or religion in the back rows
Where we traveling like Tubman acting like
I'm every bitch's husband, fuck that
I be the nigga that admire her, inspire her
Fuck her good and then I fire her
Never lie to her, unless of course I feel like it
And that'll never change but them hoes still tryin'