Yeah....ETERNAL.... Allow me to introduce ya to ya future Play me for my plate, you get swole like the face on Rasputia Can't tell a fake homie, you aint with the games so he Pause in his place tryna pray for the cake funny How when promoting this potent upholstery of lyric decorating Feel it's time to desecrate him, nevermind or pay him patience Lowman please give him a face lift, bass hit, quicker then a fiend in the basement Vision on the green, feel obscene when I aint lit Up like a Christmas tree above fellow St. Nick Arsony i'm burning every part of thee exposed Start with me and end with all of your arteries exposed Jesus he just killed like three hundred rap niggas Axe murderer swing and leave with their back twisted Animal tension i'm hannibal cannibalistic Feasting my enemies, beats just a part of the interest Adding percentage, I handle my business, when me and TenEightyP and Lowman get at it you finished You mad it's intended for you to be wack in attendance Loving every word I say but actually acting offended Kinda funny, dummies don't wanna fund me, just find me unlucky enough to come judge me, fuck em all leave em bloodied And battered up, tell them the battles up, Seger grabbing the rope and the keys and he got a truck, cattles strung

Yeah...FAME Gang...Aye Marijuana blowing hard as fuck up in these paper planes Non exotic Obama ganja ya'll betta make a change up Hardly can they ever phase us, how you blowing super loud, your shit has no flavor And your shit is made of, a whole lot of green Some compliments of brown, that weed aint from a plant you got that wack shit from the ground This is how it's going down, we aint matching up no sticks, til your weed look something like this My shit bright orange, purple with that blue, smelling like that stank, but tasting like some fruit Dense as fuck, break that down i'm tensing up Floating cause i'm high as hell, might as well see heaven bruh Take a smell my cologne, favored by them hippie chicks So if your chick smoke, you should probably tell your ho to get home Instead of being mad that I am who your chick chose, she in love with the smoke I sip on...nigga Hook: Marijuana blowing hard as fuck up in these paper planes, non exotic Obama ganja ya'll betta make a change up/ Hardly can they ever phase us, how you blowing super loud, your shit has no flavor/ Super Cali blowing on some incredibly dope shit If you don't really smoke, I am not the one you should blow with Pick a pack, any flavor I suggest, might just make your head explode Either that, or quit the smoke These hos need blunts, don't smoke papers, they say they can't get high So I quickly grip my water pipe bring flame and say wah-lah Look it's magic, eyes look like Japan kids, which just means the green I bring is rated at outstanding Damn I guess i'm dynamite, oh my weed you are tryna light Yo face I kinda like, plus I love your body type, what that vagina like? Let's make a trade, my hedges for your bush Why you acting brand new, got some Cali OG Kush Do I see you as a ho no, but you not fine you so so So with that said, you can either leave or let that throat go She looking pissed but she wanna fuck regardless Wet as hell while a nigga smoking coughing Hook (x2)

Playa no boundaries, money making saving dough, keep hating if you want, got a gang of folk round me Michigan marauder dubbed, you cannot pardon us You need rims to look fly, i'm fresh walking up Oh you got bread? You wanna squabble that? Big bank take lil bank watch me rob it back Now who is stacked? Nigga not you, if I was tryna be wack I would watch you How your girl on my (boooooi!) backside, damn your girl on my (boooooi!) that's right And I aint even got a chain on, she just saw my dick and figured it was something to hang on Just like a whole bunch you bitches, I hate fake niggas it's a bunch you bitches And if I made the choice to start to bust on you bitches, it would be a whole ocean full of blood from you bitches Hook: Michigan marauder for that ass, niggas talking nonsense I don't listen/ Everyday I hear new hater, see a new hater both hands together say your prayers/ Bitch i'm Doe! Michigan marauder for that ass niggas talking nonsense I don't listen/ Everyday I hear a new hater, see a new hater, both hands together say ya prayers/ Catch me puffing on the diesel, chilling with the heat on Your girl i'm bout to freak on, she easy like a free throw Caught her with some smooth shit, said I was a rapper Told her bout my resume, now she bending backwards Said I was on tour and that I am not a joke That was easy, I was lying, now i'm sliding down her throat Been made without contracts, turn big niggas compact I strive to be an individual you are my contrast I bring the heat, P he made the beat, WE militia force, beyond navy fleet My palm's my armory, I write with fucking missiles Aim at your abdomen so if you duck I will not miss you My words they twist the stomach, my shit's disgusting You know who I am, need no introduction With that said, i'll do it anyway Michigan I represent, now what's my fucking name, Doe! [Hook] Got damn it i'm running this game, going insane, in need of this green, talking bout cake Keep on maneuvering through all the hate, bitch I rep that FAME Gang Bang off like ratchets, click clack get back bitch, my shit go so hard they scream on yo God Wanna call me something but a savage is the so far Lollipop niggas getting cracked might need a crobar To straighten out they mothafucking necks from when they rock with mine Some say i'm overdue, I say bout fucking time Doe bitch, i'm the one yo ho with You kissing on her lips not realizing she blowing dick You mad for what nigga, you a regular fake I got you pissed, now you bitch at irregular rates, dammmmn Why this nigga on his period? I was getting lyrical and he was getting serious Flame spitta, forever ripping the flow FAME Gang OBE CEO name is Doe [Hook]

Hard Work: Fame Gang it's that OBE, shit on other rappers I know I need Pepto, but i'm stealing this hos like kleptos and we running these tracks like let's go I let go, now they all attached like legos, my swag beat that, lame nigga, tweet that Hashtag, beast mode, yo home I sit Your chick, her mouth, my pants, unzipped (uh oh) Her throat, filled with my pearl Was my ho, still your girl Aint that a shame you kiss that broad A wedding ring what you get that for? Because you love her? I love her too, up under them covers I come into I slide in her, cum and I'm out Not of your girl, the whole fucking house You come home, nowhere i'm found, wow That girl is still wetting the gown, thinking bout me while you trying to pound Texting bout how my hard dick she was down for, clown your, stroke never eva gone match mine I work hard like full games, while you take breaks like halftime And now it's back to the bread cho, you stuck in your ways, i'm stuck in my zone Your pocket and money cannot get along Start copying me and go write you a song....BITCH -transitions- Betta Run: Mr. Pimpalicious my shit is legit fam, see your chick is ridiculous thick i'm bout to hit that/ To the side leaning something slick and she has peeped this, now my swag got her leaning hard just like a kickstand yeah/ [talking] Motown born nigga please don't hate, open up my lips let the game go spray And I aint even gotta rush she gone wait, get drawn from the look on the young boy face Since i'm Rob Doe dough Doe gone make, pimp game strong got the blood in my veins Swear she betta run like her feet tap still, before she get caught in my trap right chea Cause that's not quite like this right here, and this right here, is just that deal She feel what she feeling right now is inside her mind can't decide cause it can't be real Claiming that this your girl right? alright come and get yo chick before I Give a dose of the spell, put on she can tell, this nigga stay fresh, she confirmed by the smell [break] Mathematician with the women I meet, the numbers add up slow-er than a jet which still means quick Cause once we meet she'll still need this Got her heart running quick while still we sit I may be wrong but she may be addicted to this cause if she isn't and get this dick it's Over, for what you cherish, change yo steez put the blame on me don't do that I aint make her become a nudist for the duet Between her and I, well between you and I what's between her thighs you couldn't tame anyhow but still I aint force her here, tried to call you up to report her here, but you aint come If you aint dumb, you would call her up and hope she leaves but she can't run [song plays] Outro: Mr pimpalicious my shit is legit fam, see yo chick is ridiculous thick i'm bout to hit that/ to the side leaning something slick and she has peeped this/ now my swag got her leaning hard, just like a kickstand yeah/

Hook: See us coming, why you fronting, know you haters hating that/ catch us stunting, yo ho blushing, cause she wanna give the cat/ I'm a hustler, i'm a grinder, i'm a soldier, i'm a shiner/ addicted to this money so the hoes be right behind us/ [WE stunting (stunting) x8] Verse: Stunting's my priority, decisions I will make without a sense of high authority, stop it, can't check mine So next time you cats try to snatch mine it's flex time Bet I, give your girl that TLC and I aint talking left eye Fools will remain losers, aint pick the game it came choosing The way I make my music give these haters lame excuses Stunt with my progression, eat these rappers up for breakfast They aint smart, only acting like they are Give em just a little cash I bet they cash out on a car Til they crash and now they planning to walk right back where they start-ted from, niggas dumb That's the sum up of my observation, i'ma keep on stunting gaining bunches of this money that is coming Hands out, fucking life, pants down, let her scream Gotta work for money but i'm tryna make this money come work for me Hercules, strong rate, if i'm on the scene you in the wrong place Talking bout you blowing up so how the fuck my bomb aint [Hook] Verse: Big ol slimy ass snake ass Tryna get behind me tryna slide my wallet up out my pocket, bitch ass Sucka mothafuck betta tuck and duck cause i'm sending shockwaves up you nigga spines, check it My grind modifies what your mind suggests, stunt with my stocks what you drop on a necklace Young Robby Rob, nigga under 25 aint rich but guarantee major chips by 26 Ok, hold up, I shouldn't tell them that though (why), cause wack hos try to plot their life on your cash flow (word) Learn the name, next you should learn ya lane Everything I do will say success bitch! Middle finger up to where you resting Bitch i'm saying fuck YOUR life that's no suggestion I would probably fuck YOUR wife if she suggest it Stunting with investments, motivation I guess it's not infectious [Hook] Verse: Bagging up, smoky zips, stunting getting hella blazed Respect is what i'm hungry for, the money's just the marinade Revenue I gotta chase, suckas playing patty cake with money now aint that a shame Fame Gang OBE the squad, that will never change Don't induct or introduce, make money with mine is what i'm meant to do Hinder me useless, can't happen, you stupid, aint rapping, i'm moving This package you don't acknowledge as music can do shit Move out, create new routes that paint you out Then drop more new shit, you too ashamed to chew out Your best songs get harmed by the old shit I threw out Stunting with mine, tell me what YOU bout

Hook: Swag Swoop, that's all a nigga do [x3] watch me swag on these hos as I swoop (repeat) Rob Doe Verse: I swag swoop then I hit em, after that I might forget em Take pictures while i'm on yo side, use hos and don't know why I can't commit, all these hos, they make me sick Thinking that because I gave her dick this a relationship? Bitch take a hint Don't take you out (text you plenty), never call (unless for pity) Chill for maybe twenty minutes, then you let me get the panties Swag swooping again, eyes look like I come from Japan Feel just like a ninja turtle, puffing green and purple herbals yeah Swag swoop, drink swag soup, of course i'm the shit Who asked you, go so hard, of course i'm a dick Unfortunately I was forced to exist Get so sick over beats, damn man, i'm a corpse on this bitch Epitome of what a zombie is probably A nigga who has lost many things but still hungry So if you think you really gone disprove what I said And try to kill me off, i'm gone be the walking dead mothafucka [Hook} Phokuzd Verse: Gave me head after the dinner that she paid for Told me bout them kids that she had and won't stay for Phone blow up, when we close just like a claymore A relationship with, less relations that's what she pray for But I won't be preyed on I stay gone Call up my homeboy and three way from they phone (ayyye!) Calling saying she want ME but I aint home I'm at the mall all up on this fine ass redbone (come here girl) Doing shit with this music is just my backbone Eloquent when I speak, so pimping what I fall back on Pac sun, that's the clothes, act dumb, ask the hos Wax on, wax off, I wax ass my swag cold Act like you aint know [Hook] Rob Doe Verse: Swag swoop, black kangol hat nigga ask who That isn't not on my level ho Double negative I let a brother know i'm better yo Ya'll better pause ya'll step before your jaw I wreck Must applaud that you had enough heart in you at all To restore your resolve from feeling all hard pressed Bless mics heaven's rain red, pain is everyday Fucking braindead, wrap flows like orangutan legs Swagged out, swoop overtime, that's yo ho? oops nigga Better step your game up, your girl wanna get swooped Isn't it clear, you there she here, rather far from where you were Don't be looking at mad, I don't see her with no tags....get yo bitch nigga, damn. [Hook] -transitions into Bass Guitar solo-

Verse: Sometimes i'm tryna chill with my homies and blow the weed Without thinking I can be in the streets making fetty Or with some bad bitch whose head sloppy spaghetti Mind of a ruler, Caesar flow, hot and ready Ill nigga, still niggas, who hate real niggas Cause real niggas aint ill enough to still deal witcha Move fast with progression, success is your best weapon Refrain from half stepping, they chained to adolescence With dreams of fucking hos, cars on 24's I suppose i'm supposed to support that Sometimes I wish I could give brains abortions, to abort the horseshit that makes us fly but poor pissed DAMN, I should've been a pimp, controlling people easy use this money as a whip So bitch, get your ass on the stage make it shake for my fucking rent money I'm about to make it rain aint ashamed Hook: Ayyyyye! could this song contain a message?/ I don't really know but I got these niggas stepping/ Get money, get money, I get money/ You niggas half balling, spending your rent money/ (x2) Verse: My pimping been official as a nigga with a whistle, not a topic for you clockers to start clocking my position If her ass contain a fatty, she gotta let it shake Got em throwing money at her just to stay up in her face If you got a personality know we don't give a damn\ We just know we got this money bitch, come get it from the hands of your master Shake that booty faster, doing something later got a way to get you extra Plenty hos here but yo ass looking right Don't care about your mind or your kids, i'm just trying to get it in Now she thinking i'm a dick from how I flash in her face But she fuck a nigga quick to get the cash anyway All it takes is chubby pockets just to get these bitches loose But start complaining when we don't love em the same way parents do.... Now think about that for a minute [Hook]

Intro: [talking] Verse: Brothers killing everyday over money they never made Believing they rob enough they potentially in the shade But it's a shame, the truth is far as the sun A mother's tears don't equal out a father's ruthless run Broken hearts, mended halfway up but still split Future father don't want kids but yet he still hit with no protection His love stretch as far as your legs, his confession? Could never give affection again Just a lesson, to teach the next woman he fucks Never fall for nice smiles start to google him up Be acquainted with his past if he talking bout a future with ya Might be safer to place ya bets in school tuition Got a baby with her, busy need a babysitter To watch her baby while she working late playing stripper Hate her job but she love the paper More than herself, she in love with hatred, and it all seems for [nothing] But in her heart through the hardship, just being alive is all of the hard shit [Nothing] is ever gone stop his path, doctor said he got a year to live he just had to laugh [Heaven] is where they swear he is headed to But in his mind it is time to rewind Become refined as he finds himself Right on queue like he timed himself Young boy turned young man, father on the coke though 13 years old and his momma where he don't know He is hitting the streets and she is hitting the sheets and they are praying to God but it seems Like no matter what is taught, if it aint proved or it aint caught What we think don't really matter should just do what we are taught (naw) I'm like fuck that mentality standard, giving a middle finger where my pad and my pen is Different stories but one life in the sauce, if life itself is the bank, then this Earth is the vault And what that say about the universe? Cause even doctors have to check for your insurance first, before they help right? Being stabbed with blunt blades that's what it felt like Thinking bout the money yet achieved for my ex wife When we split because my visions aren't just, happy apples and oranges, my arms up To give submission to the life I call tough This aint just my story this is what I call us Flipping through facts as i'm sitting in traffic, nothing is ever bright in transitions of sadness [Heaven] we all tryna make it there, and I aint talking pearly gates when I take it there I'm just saying I aint saying enough, how can a man take a stance without standing up [Heaven] it's where we all tryna make it to But first life on this hellish Earth, damn it hurts Ever heard the truth then even you would blow hella herb too To make days you must work through, I think i'm Killing them deeply although, music completes me I would be completely, stupid to let it keep me From preaching truth that don't involve church Could go broke chasing this shit and it all hurts Middle class nigga in a high or low society Wanna hear that bullshit but they don't know inside of me A monster rest undoubtedly ready to bust up out of me And when that happens finally they'll see that they can't do nothing -beat rides out-

Verse: Another Black Caucasian, Mexicano; gets gunned downed for drugs though we don't bring in none As a human we are opportunist, chasing dreams but not pursuing Realizing it's fuck laws when jobs are not employing students The same brother with his bachelor, got a spatula, my competition for a McDonalds position? (please) I'ma keep on rhyming all my feelings out, still endowed with dope shit if bitch niggas still in doubt Proud niggas, regular loud posse of clowns who only around to get down with ya when ya on Two face jokers approaching wanna be friendly, shrouded in smiles but want me ten deep If my heart wasn't Mr. Freeze then it would offend me So I bust flows like guns in the hood, til empty But that's the problem, my clip is unlimited with knowledge But stay ready for a civil war full of violence Over beats I am a tyrant, you can never change that You won't catch me sell my soul because you can't exchange back Yes was born in the D and I aint scared to state facts Said you left up out the hood to save it, never came back Damn, that man not receiving blame from me Nobody like to struggle dummy aint that plain to see Hate the thought of getting away from the pain received So we embrace bullshit to keep the pain at ease (word) Hook: Oh No, how i'm gone, be a cool nigga when I see you suckas as my food?/ Oh No, how i'm gone, be a friend to you niggas as I win on you niggas?/ Finish line in my sight right now, got this money on my mind right now (now)/ Hold up, this bread, oh yes, they mad, oh well, oh no/ Verse: Panoramic fashions, consumers get consumed by pollution tv producers introducing (Yup!) Step up with no questions, no hints thoughts or suggestions Just blind shit, rather be told what the time is Then they get told what the time was, now they wondering where the time went Aint that a, shame how they mind aint backed up Students scared to raise they hand, get teased for unknown answers I bet ya, can't hang with a bunch of legendary folk, tryna make history what you think i'm rapping for Back and forth is not something i'm acting towards Gun pulling over Jordans that's the shit I can't ignore I'm bout to speak, lyrics seep, to my bloodstream Promises I don't make, cause I don't plan to keep not one of em Stop everyone of em, bullshit laws I don't stomach not one of them Follow my own...to a spot where my money will stay increasing And negativity don't hit the beacon [Hook]

Intro: Yeah, got my 90's flow Verse: Everyday it be the same old, shit that I can't hold, emcees nowadays can't flow, they diarrhea Toilet bowl rappers, semi pro actors, sluggish with the money but they say they proactive Going broke not to look bummy, that's so backwards, sold half of your soul not even to go gold But for a couple hos and them jewels you barely own, it seems you barely on Know you hungry close to homeless homie, hoping ya homies don't abandon the phony when you get on E Them hos got you gassed up like your sickness can't sneeze Getting smothered for the cheese and you feel you can't breathe Life's a bitch and she fucks everybody, so God is the pimp, if you believe in that shit I'm just saying, tryna fake it to make it will often times only have you make it to the fakeness Hook: Hustlers, players, strippers, gangsters, gone get your money don't you let nobody take it/ Know what you want, zero in where you aiming/ Know why you want it and you won't need to explain it/ Mothers, daughters, brothers, fathers, gone get your money, work hard don't feed the drama/ Provide best you can, don't depend on open hands, close your hands in prayer and understand/ You gotta hustle/ Verse: I'm sick of this, people using music to spread pollution crucial Hypnotized by the media so the medium influenced And you can be sick as influenza but if your mission isn't fuck mentalities up they figure No progression is better than some, but I rather parlay inside of the molecules of knowledge remaining cool Gain enough wealth to never need some food stamps No EBT, then we don't eat cause every penny that get made every bill gone squeeze That's real talk for a nigga, go against guns and you real soft for a nigga Nigga, don't really have a definition; accept being too ignorant to ever listen Money must be made but power it gotta stay, so nowadays you aint gotta be black to be a slave The one percent fuck the other 99 so in sense, poverty equals equality now am I making sense? [Hook] Verse: I forgot to inform ya'll beforehand Tarzan, couldn't swing on the bars I perform when my verse forms in See; that's the problem with ya'll, ya'll ride beats I make beats ride with me that's how I eat Hustle what you sell best in, make it interesting Stay away from deceit, make your mind a better garden Share it with your seed, treat the knowledge like it's water Pour it til the spores spring forward to absorb it Watch progression of your seed grow a flower as it flourish See your baby shine with a stable mind of endurance Take a pause to collect my thoughts Hustle hard, tryna score just to express my thought Get caught lost, crossed in a web I think I made Nowadays get sick from the fake, can't give a warning there aint shit to display Except a bunch of dumb niggas, who halfway hustle just to be accepted, I guess then [Hook]

Verse: See i'm from a place, where people can't explain We all tryna live, even though a different way Some people go to school while others learn from the street Was born in a state where you can't learn from police, 5 to 10 I don't peep channel 2, cause FOX gone tell me something to mess up my mood All the while the youth under impression, listening to these records About how to use guns but no protection So now they humping, lack the understanding barely comprehend what love is they take that shit for granted And consequently, sex is given too quickly, so babies getting pregnant, different diseases spreading Less college kids, more niggas just tryna live CAN'T Calculate no numbers unless it's a dollar bill AINT That a damn shame people tryna be free Put the blame on the schools like the knowledge aint free Hook: Damn, stuck up in this whirlwind tryna help a couple people out but the catch is/ If it aint money they aint really interested, so i'm stuck giving suggestions/ I suggest ya'll, give these words a little thought/ Tune it out your ears and start to listen with your heart and/ Don't be afraid, keep the ignorance at bay/ It's cool to be you, embrace opportunity change/ Verse: Same thang, day different though, I'm living for A better chance for advancement, living lavishly handsome Where my momma can take trips to France and, buy herself a belt to match the pants leg But even through her happiness there's a void I didn't fill for a hungry little kid Cause how we living is it's our own first Survival of the fittest, money feel we need it though we spend it recklessly becoming permanently greedy Praying Jesus Lord, be involved with these problems we endure, leave em solved Sin I commit will no longer be upon me So many guns in the hood we an army But we struggle cause we living, living because we struggle Screaming because the truth is what the media will muzzle Cause a black man's worst nightmare is just respect Without fear or regret, equality from the step like [Hook] I try to speak to em, but the speech I preach don't reach deep, just flee my lips to cease to exist Unheard because my words don't propagate thee absurd, the strongest voice gets forced to observe A silenced lesson, hidden behind aggression, but so fed up with the bullshit I die of stressing Children view Kool-Aid as juice, I guess it's peachy But all that damn sugar a calling for diabetes But they don't know about that, they don't feed themselves Little momma moaning daddy though her father been in jail her whole life She aint learn better than that, her mother, still in the club tryna earn a few racks Her brother, now taking rest at the coroners pad, somebody blasted over some carty glasses And her brother was the one the stray hit, going crazy over chains on some slave shit, got me thinking like [Hook]

Verse: Time goes through it's own tulips, don't hope too much I knew one day, somebody say I smoke too much So I calmed down, no didn't smoke less I smoked more to calm down cause i'm so stressed Used to be teased, until people figured that I could rap Couldn't fight for a lick but I knew how to spit So what I do, moved, to another frame of mind Niggas swear they so cool, but i'm like an Ice Cube Friday nights, I was lost so insane And the gang I hanged with would do the same thing cause we lame as shit At least titled that by our peers Can't imagine this life in a couple years Long trips to school car broke down With no money to get it fixed, fuck a college benefit One semester, now a nigga owe a couple thousand While these mothafuckas smiling Hook: My life, my pain, my sunshine, my rain/ My losses, my glories, and this is my story/ My heartaches, my love, everything all between and above/ The warm nights, when it's stormy, and this is my story/ Verse: If I was religious, God's gift I would call these visions A time when money isn't in mind, and I hand that thought to lost cash cause money isn't in mine Gotta work everyday just to survive Hold up, once upon a time four months Whole family aint have heat, so what? People aint pitch in thank goodness, the stove we had, worked off of watts not gas I learned quick, stay laid back like perm kits And never let a woman get your heart The moment that you trust that, go and adjust that, the heart that you gave her, she'll definitely crush that and that's Coming from a man once in love, now I only trust myself put no one else above And that's coming from a man once in love, now I only trust myself put no one else above [Hook] Verse: Betrayal the worst thing, it hurts at first Gets worse then begets the thirst for vengeance The same bitches you once lusted, you now find disgusting Plotting to get rich off of your work, you acknowledge but ignore first The attendance of the truth in the room you discard on pur-pose Denying that you lonely as a bitch and the cost to exist is a coexistence based around your expenses Expensive habits you developed to manage a future of people around you Closest when you down to pennies, need a dollar quick, and they know you gone give it, that's why you niggas kick it And the kick is, I know how this shit is, get exposed to bullshit everyday that i'm living Every night, every thought i'm like, let me get this money, i'll be off alright [Hook]

Verse: Cold days and even colder nights Money somehow still divide, while my problems multiply Add in all these hos, these haters, the snakes The lies, subtract all the real until it's fake So I keep my eyes, buck wide Don't quit, crunch time Things are hard, don't come easy, gotta wait ya turn, lunch line Claiming the gold but got coal in my bag Feel like my future controlling my past Thinking bout music, I know I can do it but visions is all that I have Take a break, I should but if I do then i'd be slipping Cause then some other fool can slide into my position That i'm holding, hoping for granted they will never take me They views 32 bit but i'm in HD That's why they can't compute what i'm say-ing Living like a movie in my mind that's why i'm play-ing Fast forward the sad shit, pass the past tense I remain G Living in my future through my thoughts, my visions Hook: Soaring up, but something pulling down/ Trying to get my feet up off the ground/ I'm living through my visions thinking I gotta make it to the top, get positioned in that legendary spot/ (x2) Verse: If perception is the view, I can definitely choose My path amongst the heavens, never let my spirit lose Any control i'm willing to own up, feel on my own but Got a few people, who through all the evils, I consider them equal In conscious, so my conscious evolves all of my content So on tour, the crowd roars go so hard they mosh pit Screaming my name, repping the FAME Gang Wanna come up on the same stage, I happen to maintain They want my autograph, an instant photo flash, so they can show their friends and use that shit brag Then tell them bout the fun the after party had, the crazed amount of liquor, the marijuana bags But this was just a thought, I had inside my head Keep living through my visions, imagine life so grand but then I gotta wake up, see my life the way it is, never live this way again, I have to reach my visions [Hook] -Bass rides out-

Hook: I know your man don't give you love enough, so let me help you free your mind/ Even though your heart saying i'm runner up, I can't guarantee you mine/ I just wanna fuck, have a little fun, smoke a little weed, get a little buzzed, so um/ Baby can I hit or something, let me know if I can hit it/ Verse: Been friends had a lot of long talks Even when your man made you wanna walk off I tried to understand why you love him so hard (why?) But that's not my problem at all See, he don't treat you right, but I can get you nice And we can keep it going, it's not just for tonight But I don't mean for life, cause I am not your man I'm trying to be your partner, don't misunderstand (please don't) Talking love against the rules, I can't cheat nor can you You are grown and I am too, I propose this kind of truce To relieve us both from stress that could stretch inside a noose So when your man starts to tripping I can come confine in you To go inside a place that causes you to finely tune And realize that this dick is what it is you're vibing to Kinda soon you'll be cumming kinda smooth, now every time you think you think about me panties drowning in a pool (splash) [Hook] Verse: I aint judging, you and I aint public Your pussy golden, that's why I aint trying to budget You say he different, barely meet recognition I'm, willing to listen, plus my dick is consistent But don't get to the point you like me Cause i'm married to this game and i'm just looking for a mistress Disrespect isn't what I meant to interject Your stress can take a rest if you and I get into sex Before you start to trip and say a nigga bold as fuck Just remember i'm trying to give you love without loving ya And you dare to say i'm selfish, like I only want your body when i'm really trying to help it Ya man aint give it time to marinate, fucking with me will have ya panties wet everyday I'm saying that, I mean it too, let's have some, just me and you [Hook] -Break- Verse: I'm sorry sweetie, saying you L.O.V me is like a dummy mission guarantee won't change a thang But it doesn't mean we can't continue fucking does it? And if it does, at least to you, then listen up I'm a man plus i'm young with a lot of ambition To kneel down proposing I suppose a failed mission Told her only once that I coast for the fishes Now her anger got her cooking like she stuck in hell's kitchen Lip not needed, fuck her til she gotta pee or walk knock kneeded Introduce her to mister, dick pistol, popping that ass right You talking bout tomorrow over fucking last night (what?) Sorry baby, I aint tryna be rude, you attractive but don't call me when i'm not in the mood Talking bout your man and how it is that he a fool Let's switch this conversation, this is what i'm tryna do [Hook]

Verse: Fresher than a summer eve evening, chilling with a bad one Windows down, cooling out laughing Going for a ride through the city blowing haze, floating smooth My colors coordinating with tunes Looking to the right, super bad girl looking nice With her for the day and I can't wait until tonight Coconut ciroc got a brother feeling nice Coolest fella out, where the ice? All this shining, got me chilled out feeling timeless Plus her pretty face got me smiling and she aint even trying She just being there by my side it's, something bout her aura I aint finding Which is why i'm lost in her eyes, not often surprised but I can tell she's an angel just off her design Yes her blueprint divine and this day is a breeze, boy I hope this day never leaves -Break- Verse: Kushed out, or maybe kushed up Pockets not empty and my wallet cushioned I might take this chick hit the stu and make a song Leave from out of there, grab a hotel suite and get it on Just chilling, aint seen money cops Saw me looking fresh and even though i'm black he didn't stop Instead he shook his head to the tunes that I was playing And I was playing me, i'm just saying This day aint had a bad thing yet, it usually gets Bad to worst but today isn't Is it me or am I beyond free, of stress and this dime piece don't mind where my mind seeks She smooth, hanging along for the ride No complaining she complacent here as we glide Vibes cool pay no attention to time, can't believe it, this day has been the perfect surprise -Break- The day is coming to a closure, was peaceful, i'm sad though Wishing the sun would give an encore Look into the sky, not an eyesore vivid More like the moon trying to shine exclusively on the car that I sit in This is unbelievable, if my life was a movie today this channel i'd have to leave it on Hitting the hotel up, but not before she finish rolling the blanket used to warm up my buds, Uh, we on the way to room now, feeling fired up but soon enough gone hit the cool down In the jacuzz now, bubbles up smooth now Moist towel at the door, made the smoke sooth out And even though neighbors smell a little smoke They aint even tripping they just leaving us alone Such a good day, let the kush bake on my lips Damn she looking hella moist, it's time to take a sip -Final Break-

Verse: Nighttime, the moment emerging with right mind If life is like a movie, then a movie's like mine In my lifetime witnessed the nonsense of being broke Too be honest i'm still kinda surviving off of flow Plus my momma pitch a helping a lot So when I get this money i'ma tell her pick whatever off the lot Then tell her pick her favorite spot so she can live up in the crib She imagined through her thoughts, what it is My nigga this is real, not only do I spit MIchigan music My family roots Mississippi my grandfather kept it pimping But that was him and i'm city, my momma knew the south so i'm just saying it is in me But then again i'm spitting plenty for that state titled M.I,, N.Y. type of lyricism in my hip hopper state of mind What is typical i'm ripping way beyond So get your credentials straight and stop checking into mine, fa real Hook: I be that, hip hopper on my steez/ Known worldwide but they don't know bout me/ I'm hip hop, and I aint never gotta fake shit, i'm on my grind tryna make shit happen/ (x2) Verse: My flow is vicious, I don't have to spit fictitious, if you dictionary real Rob Doe is the definition Stay honest with the kind of vibe of knocking that I am rocking with, I X men out, Apocalypse You can check my status and find reason to say I seem gay While i'm up in your check mind just like i'm Jean Grey Or Xavier, now she in my class trying to learn something Michigan mash on that ass let her earn something Then after i'm done the faculty come, a gang bang fa real, they all packing some guns I guess she loose, just know that I had her first No time did I have to love her cause damn it I gotta work Got my music, working hard to make my work sound exclusive Comparing to me, boy are you stupid? You must be, to think you could approach and crush me You'd be lucky to touch me, boy, I stay working [Hook] There is no confusion, have no need to elude your refusal Of love of my music based on your delusions Yeah, I know I arrogantly finish every track that I speak on It's a wrap cause my raps got your girl on the net tryna track like a bea-con And if she find where I might be it's likely I'm laying down the pipe like I have a contract for them panties that she leak on Peon, pissed cause you pee'd on, it wouldn't be on This tip if your ass didn't sleep on my hotness nigga Stay about this living, can't stop how i'm feeling, til your hands to the ceiling raised up Hold not a cent of my sense back, I gladly pay up Cause i'm all about the future while you lagging straight up Move forward, regular day hoarders, never can make a dollar stuck with quarters But me, I stay working [Hook]

Intro: [Talking] -Hook no vocals- Verse: Summer nights, carty frames, 15's packed up in the trunk Mauri kicks, Monte Carlo boxes inches 26 Bad bitches everywhere, D caps are everywhere Here you gotta grind, start from March back to Februar-E Aint a thang for me to rep where I was given birth Michigan is clearly where this brother learned to get his turn Pushing other people out the way I gotta go If you plan on visiting then there's one thing you gotta know We're not all about the bad, don't wake up just to blast Would rather set the summer at Somerset with the tags Cars classic, dipped in a big three fashion Built Ford Tough, every chump we smashing Eminem, Royce 5'9, Blade IceWood, Big Sean, Trick Trick, K Deezy My Hood Elzhi, Young Roc, Scolla, Nick Varcity Motown, invented soul sound, can't mess with my Hook: Forever repping for my state, Michigan is where them legends are made/ Understand I got my (hometown), and I aint changing it for nothing/ Take the bad with all the good and make it something, damn right, I rep my (hometown)/ And i'ma keep on with the keep on, never wear a fitted unless a D on/ that's repping for my (hometown)...yeah I rep it for my hometown/ Phokuzd: Welcome to my city, ingenuity and youth The city of Dilla, Blade, Em, Royce, and Proof I'm a motown playa, in the midst of a recession The people still moving to my music at the present And to my city, I have always had a deep connection In it, became a man and overcome my depression Searching for love from these girls and they affection Only had me busting and dipping to get my next one Yes son, I speak the gift, a verbal Smith and Wesson English class attended and a nigga learned his lesson In Cass, decided I would take this rap shit serious But the upper classman wasn't hearing us, gearing up To take over the world, fuck the paper This a revolution what we doing for the greater State of Michigan, got the whole city out behind me All that gangsta shit doesn't excite me, nah, not in my (hometown) -Break [talking]- Verse: Rob Doe, yeah my name is that Give a fuck about who talk that nonsense behind my back, look at that Claim that they gone beat my ass cause I come slaying every track You aint never heard another brother do it like this Going grizzly, is this Tekken i'ma Kuma my shit Yes I do it like that, mad you can't do it like this Bitch I rep that M.I. state, plus my clique that FAME Gang This a movement, more than music, we endure the same thang as you So stop being a lame hating dude Who wouldn't make a difference if it came down to him So instead of bowing to em, i'd rather raise a fist Viewing something similar to downtown, you know the fist And if you don't bitch take a trip, and see that sign of power Even through all of the violence we somehow still live inside Some soldiers see us riding on the back of silver Lions Shooting Pistons, Red Wing flying, in my mothafucking hometown! [Hook]