Train of Thought
[Intro]
Hah, from the planet of Queens, motherfucker
1, 2, East Broad, 1, 2
What's up, god? Come on
[Verse 1]
Only my seed could breed another like me, more than likely, he be 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 strip torn
It's just an everyday, stayin' busy, 'Cause in the desert the lifestyle is infamous wild
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]