94 bars, but whos even countin'
Got sounds for the lounge
And nouns for accountants
Account for the crown
Refer to the supreme
No fit or snapback but I'm still comin clean
Still rollin' wit the team and we all with the King
Redeemed with the fee and I'm hopin that you see
What you need; no dough, southern set flow, old schools back so it's all retro
Shhh, the shots
Listen and take note
Waves in the back
Cause this the West Coast
West don't know, and West ain't heard
I'm anti hate and pro with the verbs
Dope with the words and I'm only makin curds
Pre-processed cause theres always more to learn
Yeah I love the art but the creams gotta churn
My tones now set but they still cant discern
And please hear me out, this is not a burn
They like: "aww that kid raps, he must smoke herb"
"Naw the kids straight cause I know he goes to church"
"He tweets way too much about how he loves to surf"
"Grew up in the hood and I know he's from the turf"
They say alotta this tryna define the kid
I defy it all, only defined by him
Decline the sin, I tell them go-spel
And I don't make these sounds just so they can sell
Cause in reality they probably even won't
This is audacious hope, mixed with the most...
High, rollin with a few but I'm askin you to ride
When you ride with my side you aint even alive
So forget what I'm sayin this is Romans 8:9
Rebirth let the flesh be myrced n' were fine
Just aging with time I'm an agent of the Lion
Got a...

Yeah thats the shot
This ones for you, your cousins, and grandpops
And no I wont stop, I'ma do this till' im knocked
Whether its cancer or I'm killed on the block
Ask me bout the block, I've seen it all happen
Its half the reason I even began rappin
Interstate Ave. is where all those kids are trappin
They don't need a bullet to show the hole that they're maskin
This is their...

Just listen and accept
Hearts to reset, now recept the respect
Of the new you found in he who resurrects
Recollect, reflect, and now recruit
Tell ya people, drop the truth
A truce with the enemy, naw it wont do
When sin starts talking, tell him Christ killed you
Christ in the booth, a prince in the heir
I'ma Split 23 cause this mic (Mike) I'ma tear
As a...

You know what that was
You know where I'm at so its California Love
Pesticides on like I blocked all those slugs
More than a shell, but what comes from their tongues
Comin out ya sub causin noise in your town
Still just a kid and a little bit too loud
But ya cant turn me down, yeah you can the sounds
Wherever I'ma be I'ma do it for the now
Do it for the Son and do it for the Kingdom
Not for what I see but for what I believe in
And the worlds just a temp for everytime you are fienin
We meetin the demons, turnin beasts in vegans, Turnips, beats, and the region
He redeemin' the legions
Gotta sing for this reason
Needing' the team leadin those who be grieving
And I'm seeing my meaning
Got the cleaning of creepings who reading heathens
And after the last shot, I'm still be breathin'...