Lock-on

These pussies all ego
Lying 'bout some kilos
I'm Prime Time Deion, cut you up in ya Dior
Bleedin' in designer
Fondly you couldn't know
Bones will track you down and pack you out with the wolves
My whole set glisten like we dipped in gold
You and ya clique like lawn chairs, just built to fold
I skip the toll, I roll on through, but when they write mine
Don't speak down on me and the crew
Blue sky tan boots
Black Berettas that shoot
I had nightmare that I woke up being you
I had to shake myself up, it was a fucking view
Shit felt so real, I had no skill
No hope, no flow, no automobile
Just trying to chill somewhere away from it all
Imperfect perfections, nature has no flaws
Minne oak trees reach up to the clouds
No cars, no smog, no cancer allowed