Where I go!

Old brick red houses, fall apart to ashes - abandoned warehouses

Sitting on the masses of stashed crack packets

On the grey floor are ripped up jackets

Really remind me of bygone encounters

A shack in the mountains, my music resounding, yeah, yeah

The genre gon' break if you bend it too much (yeah)

Just like a twig, yeah yeah, my brother, he built like a stick (huh)

But he be rizzing up bitches like Hefner (like Hefner)

And when he take disrespect (yeah)

He gon' take out his blick (his blick)

He not no bitch cuz he never play no tricks, yea yeah (cmon)