Weeks run, bring no cash
But anyway we'll have a sesh
No rules round the block
When my team patrols the yard
Mortal drinks from a corner store
Ain't no place like home, ain't no place like home
Don't expect me to take back rhymes
I love this stuff like Jay loves Picasso
Love the way these clowns stare at me
I'm avant-garde, young Barrett
Fucked up, Crash Darby
Yes I've said it, yes I am
Colors dancing onna wall
I'm so stoned that sun gets dark
Drinking hard, never drunk
Fuck the ground, punkstranaut
(It's ya boy, ha-ha)
(Like Jay loves, like Jay loves Picasso)
(It's ya boy, ha-ha, it's ya boy, ha-ha)
(It's ya boy, it's ya boy, it's ya boy, yeah, ha-ha)
I stay up all night, hey, still that young playa
Still hussle, hope them lines pay up
With them boys, with them punkstranauts
Got a couple shots, ain't nobody got shot, hey
5/12 where the muthafucking love at
Time melts like I'm speeding on the corvette
But good things come to those who wait
'Cause ain't another day is another fucking mixtape
Oh shit, try to talk like a wise man
No flex, tryna widen my horizons
Yo Dame, what a time to be alive?
Hey, it's not me myself and I
I got everything I need, I got homies around
I got booze, I got weed and I go pound for pound
And this Hijack Gang is a mothafucka
Yaki is the place with my lil' brothers