Train of Thought

[Intro]
Hah, from the planet of Queens, motherfucker
1, 2, East Broad, 1, 2
Wassup, God, c'mon

[Verse 1]
Only my seed could breed another like me
More than likely, [?] movin' highly
Livin' the life of asiatic Gotti
Now my mind, like my seed, is newborn
I'm cruisin', burnin', cashin' weed until I leave the [?]
It's just an everyday, stayin' busy, cause in the deserted
Lifestyle, [?]
What you flippin' off ya lips ain't shit
I make ya crew wanna split
Ya [?] ya hoes and dream of hittin' the funk
Dramatic, Masta I + C
Who wanna move me, run out of E&J to soothe me
From thoughts of damage, I hold the globe like Alice
Swing a status through a naked eye, ice and gold truss, and
My mic on hold, reppin' from the wastelands
To my base man's, grampity's gramps and more
I need to get it like I never dreamed of seein', but sure
You only push an Explorer, a J30, I'll meet you at the
[?], firstly because I curse the sin
Recognize that right now, it's all Hell we live in
And forevermore, my thoughts transcend from my wick
To my pen
My train of thought, nigga

[Hook x2]
My mind is my thoughts, my thoughts is my mind
Let's see if we can get it all together in a rhyme
And takin' these streets that's corrupted with crimes
You take what's your while I take what's mines

[Verse 2]
I'm losin' sleep cause these crabs roll deep
Nowadays, whip a style worth cheese
Is you wanna [?], I got rhymes for days and days
[?], the crime pays, I've never seen it hard enough to hold a
Center stage, and jot it down onto the paper's [?]
Showin' that I'm capable, shit that you did stole
And never be erasable, not from this race of all
To the knowledge, I'm gettin [?] off the street life college
[?] seems to be a nigga's hobby
Smokin' lye, leavin' dutch cuts in the lobby
You couldn't stop me from achievin', kid
I Self Lord And Master, I'm believin' in keepin' stacks
Of green, comin' straight from the planet of Queens
To all my Q.B., L.B. flushin', and [?] gun holders
I hope we see another year, we're just gettin' over
It's like that, I bust a rhyme off a track
I'm prone to flip a motherfucker straight on his back
Forevermore, my thoughts'll transcend from my wick
To my pen

[Hook x4]

[Shoutouts until fade]