Fried Salmon with Veggie Pasta

Man I miss Zan Mai
Up in Nam Hai
Shopping while high
This ain’t no Zan high
I might make pie
I might take a pie
Depend on if it's Keenan or Terrell
Nah I don’t steal you a busta I’ll take yo shit
In them offices I’m known as Mr. Take No Shit
I was OT cookin' for niggas like a traveling chef
I ain’t never jooged for nobody did it for myself
I'ma Jim like KY, Doonie ADz & Zo
Peacoat beanie and the thermals if I’m in the snow
Out in Minnesota with Sean jammin' on Taylor J
Might slide by the buttnaked do it the player way
Them Wallies gotta be the right fit if yo gon' rock 'em
Wallie up in Legends tonight know he gon' rock 'em
Ride by my old middle school think of what I became
Dodged a lot deadly thangs and overcame cain
I ain’t gon' lie cane got me outta Tulsa
Had to move around when that nigga killed my brotha
When Kunta died Co2 and Ooh stepped in
I talk to Caution every week hell we stay locked in
Squeak held me up from jump owe that Jim too much
Just like Jerron he stay on my head that shit priceless
I can’t do nothing but win and exploit every talent
Thinking about where I wanna be is such a challenge
These dreams cost a lot and they bigger than life
Fuck being average I gotta be bigger than life