SGA

I wasn't brought up like all the other kids

I was in gym class smoking dope and other shit

Cross-contamination in the back of the Cortex

I can't even count the amount of times I was born again

Maybe you're cooler than me

I don't think so

Look into my eyes and tell me, do you dream slow?

Running from the past like Sonic on the dash, on Sega Genesis

Fuck you talking about, trying to tell these people you're relevant

I was seeing ghosts like Aykroyd in the Upper West Side

Of the Valley, where people sell dope to get by

He from the other side of town tho