Down One

Popping like what up though, out here getting much doe On my tux flow, you can find me where my fucks grow I don't need an opinion, this a new beginning Full court press and my team is steady winning If we sinning f*ck a law, f*ck a pause, I'm in the DAW Try to tell this ghetto story so that people know the cause Lost to politicians sowing poverty as vision Something seeming off, I cough and see them scoff I'm a child of the struggle, it's with the dirt I cuddled Memory is muddled, pain I juggle make it double Never living in a bubble, trouble times in a huddled line Waiting for my moment, I'm hoping I can own it Loc'ing back, toking back the smoke, where the dopest at Burn the rats and smoking cats, no matter where they flowing at No matter where they going at, splatter them, they knowing that Mad hatter making tatters of the matter flow is crack