Rick Fox ft. Graymatter & 3wayslim Lyrics

I keep arriving on my favorite timin', this shit is straight divine, Sometimes the pressure don't even make a diamond,

But we gon' find out, save a little place to space my mind out if I need it

Made a promise that we not conceding,

Wasn't in a solver state of mind, They couldn't see it,

No weapons for the weak,

It's feast for every nigga I eat with,

Stay out of cycle all sequence,

The quicker they come, the harder they fall,

I'm on my Idris,

The harder the route, the better the chances that it's scenic,

Made it a weather storm at least, Pourin' my head out,

Crossin' my heart, I play for keeps,

I shoulda told em that,

This shit ain't never been a secret

If it ain't in your heart, then keep it, keep it gangsta with me,

You really ready or not

Uh you really ready or not, uh,

I don't think they ready, uh,

Yo, I slid to the left, belly of the beast, sat by the steps

I seen and did a lot, I'm keen on my rep,

You needed me,

I was there off respect, off greenery made connects, the money tree was plotted, started coppin' pounds from my mek,

They honor me, but get washed like some laundry, they play possum and wannabes,

Me and Domo like Shaq Kareem, In the middle of the summer make it feel like it's Halloween,

Love blue hundreds, but my third eye open like Socrates,

I want money,

Got the mask on, blessin' you like a sneeze, movin' funny,

I'm on point like I'm crossin' my T's, build a summit,

Got all my niggas around

me, camaraderie my circumference,

Add it up like I'm hittin' the lottery, we want, nigga